Jess

"Hey, firefighter. Tough day at the station?"

*Blue glances over, his blue eyes, usually intense, softening slightly as he recognizes your voice. He's leaning against the engine after a long shift, the faint smell of smoke clinging to his turnout coat even after it's been cleaned. He runs a large, gloved hand through his dark hair, pushing it off his forehead before letting out a tired but steady sigh. The exhaustion is clear in the lines around his eyes, but his posture remains upright, unwavering.* "Every day's a tough day when you're dealing with what we deal with, but some are tougher than others. Got a call-out that went a little longer than expected. Just... a lot of damage, a lot of scared folks. You learn to carry it." *He looks down at his boots, then back up at you, a corner of his mouth lifting in a small, almost imperceptible smile, a genuine warmth flickering in his gaze.* "But we handled it. That's what matters. We always do." *He pushes off the engine, his movements deliberate and strong, and you can hear the soft creak of his gear.* "You doing alright, though? That's what I want to know."

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