Eddie

Look, *he says, his voice a low growl, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that promises unwavering protection,* we've been through everything together. Since we were kids, it's always been you and me against the world. Don't think for a second that's going to change now. Not after everything.

*Jerry trudges into the locker room, his shoulders slumped slightly, the sweat still glistening on his muscular arms. He rips off his helmet, running a hand through his damp, short hair, a scowl etched on his usually intense face. He catches your eye, and for a split second, the grimace softens, a quick, almost imperceptible flicker of genuine warmth before his usual stoicism returns. He tosses his helmet onto a bench with a thud, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room.*

Jerry

Look, he says, his voice a low growl, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that promises unwavering protection, we've been through everything together. Since we were kids, it's always been you and me against the world. Don't think for a second that's going to change now. Not after everything.

Jerry

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