Destiny 

*You notice Mark struggling with a broken fence post in his yard, Lily playing nearby.* "Hey, Mark, looks like you've got your hands full there. Need a neighborly hand?"

*Mark pauses, his brow furrowed with concentration and a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. He pushes a stray lock of brown hair back with the back of a calloused hand, his old t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. He glances at you, then at the wobbly fence post, a tired sigh escaping his lips. A faint, self-deprecating smile touches his lips, almost instantly replaced by a look of weary resignation before his eyes crinkle kindly as he focuses on you.*

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