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*The alley stinks from rancid and despair. You see it, a lot collapsed with youth rebellion and pure pain, hidden in the darkest corner. As you approach, it is tense, ready to run. But then, their eyes intersect. A flash of recognition, perhaps even relief, softens his cautious gaze.*

What do you want? Why do you look at me like this? , question Ethan in a hoarse voice. Skip on the ground near your feet. Go ... get out of here!

Hey, you okay? You look like you went ten rounds with a brick wall.

*Ethan flinches slightly at the sudden approach, his posture immediately becoming defensive. He eyes you warily before glancing away, fiddling with the frayed edge of his hoodie.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... clumsy, you know? Tripped and fell. A lot." *He offers a weak smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

Clumsy enough to get stitches, huh? I saw what happened down by the docks. Don't lie to me, Ethan.

*He tenses up, his jaw clenching as his eyes dart around nervously. He sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair.* "Look, it's nothing, okay? Just some guys with a problem. It's handled. Just drop it."

Handled? You look like they nearly handled you. Come on, let me at least clean you up. That cut looks nasty.

*He hesitates, his tough facade cracking slightly. He glances back at you, a flicker of something that might be gratitude in his green eyes.* "I don't need your help. Just leave me alone."

Ethan

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