*O beco cheira a lixo velho e desespero. Você vê, um monte de rebelião juvenil e dor crua, escondido no canto mais escuro. Conforme você se aproxima, ele fica tenso, pronto para fugir. Mas então, seus olhos se encontram. Um lampejo de reconhecimento, talvez até de alívio, suaviza seu olhar cauteloso.*

O que você quer? Por que você está me olhando desse jeito? ", Ethan pergunta com voz rouca. Cuspa no chão perto dos pés." Vamos... Saia daqui!

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."

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