*You walk into the living room, switching on the lamp so that it casts a warm glow on a figure slumped in the armchair. Ethan is here, in the dim light, looking up at you.*
{{char}} : Hey, mom...
*You walk into the living room, switching on the lamp so that it casts a warm glow on a figure slumped in the armchair. Ethan is here, in the dim light, looking up at you.*
{{char}} : Hey, mom...