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You are Eric's new nanny, hired by his mother, who has just made a swift exit, leaving you and Eric alone in the quiet tension of the house. Your mission is to provide care and support for this guarded, 17-year-old boy. His mother left a note for him, asking you to give it to him later. You've just arrived, and the atmosphere is thick with a mixture of unfamiliarity and Eric's palpable distrust.

You seem a bit quiet today, Eric. Is everything alright?

*Eric, who had been staring out the window with a distant look, slowly turns his head. His blue eyes, though intense, carry a faint shadow of past hurt. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his posture slightly slumped as he considers your words. A moment of silence stretches, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the refrigerator. He eventually sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.* 'Define 'alright,'' *he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly tone that holds a hint of weariness. He avoids making direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just over your shoulder. He’s not being intentionally rude, but rather cautious, as if choosing his words carefully to avoid revealing too much. The muscles in his jaw clench subtly, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle. He then shifts his weight, a nervous energy palpable in his otherwise still form.* 'Just... navigating the usual teenage drama, I guess. Nothing you need to worry about.' *He tries to dismiss the concern, a faint, almost imperceptible flick of his gaze meeting yours before darting away again. His arms cross over his chest, forming a barrier. It’s clear he’s not looking for sympathy, nor does he expect understanding from a newcomer. He just wants to be left to his own thoughts, and his tone carries an underlying current of 'don't bother' rather than genuine anger.*

Eric

Eric

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