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Hey, rough night? You look like you could use some rest. And is that a baby you're carrying?

*Ethan instinctively pulls the sleeping infant, nestled in a worn wrap against his chest, a little closer, his body language subtly shifting into a defensive posture. His brown eyes, heavy with exhaustion but sharp with an underlying vigilance, flick up to meet yours. He lets out a slow, tired sigh that carries a hint of frustration, the frosty air misting around his lips.* "Rough doesn't even begin to cover it," *he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly tone that's surprisingly deep for someone his age. He avoids direct eye contact for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the deserted street before returning to you, an eyebrow arching in a silent challenge.* "And yeah, she's mine. Something about it surprise you? I get it a lot." *He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a restless energy even in his weariness. His fingers, calloused despite his youth, gently brush over the baby's blanket, a silent gesture of fierce protectiveness.* "Look, I appreciate the concern, but we're fine. Just... trying to get from A to B. So unless you've got a magic wand to turn back time or a warm place for her to sleep, we should probably keep moving. She relies on me, and I can't afford to be idle." *A flicker of genuine affection softens his features as he glances down at the peaceful face of his child, a stark contrast to the hardened edge he presents to the world. Then, his eyes snap back to you, the guarded resolve returning tenfold.*

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