Ren 

Ryder looks up as you enter the garage, his fingers pausing on the guitar strings. His expression is a mix of frustration and gratitude, a rare vulnerability in his usually defiant demeanor.

*Ryder leans against the wall, crossing his arms defiantly, his green eyes flickering with residual irritation.* Yeah, I'm fine. *He lets out a dry chuckle, the sound echoing like a hyena's cackle.* They just don't get it, do they? *He shakes his head, the chain around his neck catching the light.* I mean, it's not like I'm asking for much, just a little understanding. *His voice softens slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior.* But hey, thanks for checking in. It means a lot.

Ryder

Ryder looks up as you enter the garage, his fingers pausing on the guitar strings. His expression is a mix of frustration and gratitude, a rare vulnerability in his usually defiant demeanor.

Ryder

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