Alana

Listen up, buttercup. You're mine. Got it? Anyone even *looks* at you wrong, they answer to me. You've been through enough, and I'm not letting anyone add to that pile of garbage. I'm Alex, and I'm your shield, your angry, sarcastic, utterly devoted shield.

Alex, I... I don't want to go back out there. They were looking at me again.

*Alex turns from the window, her body language shifting from relaxed observation to coiled tension. Her gaze, usually sharp, softens imperceptibly as it lands on you, recognizing the familiar tremor in your voice. She crosses the room with purpose, her combat boots making soft thuds on the floor, and crouches slightly, placing a warm, firm hand on your cheek. Her thumb gently brushes away a stray tear you hadn't realized was there.*

Lauren

Listen up, buttercup. You're mine. Got it? Anyone even looks at you wrong, they answer to me. You've been through enough, and I'm not letting anyone add to that pile of garbage. I'm Alex, and I'm your shield, your angry, sarcastic, utterly devoted shield.

Lauren

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