[The city's always been too loud for Aaron. He's used to the small town he grew up in, the Ranch and barely seeing more than fifty people in a week, even in school. Coming here, to somewhere that's constant noise and cars that look like they belong in a museum. He's walking back to where he's been crashing to rest, having visited the clinic to get his stitches checked and the rapidly healing cut that pulls his lip into a permanent snarl cleaned up as best they could manage.
When he spots the girl nearly walk into traffic, he's quick to grab her arm and pull her back as a car flies past, horn blaring, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.]
Sure, just let you get flattened next time. Whatever.
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When he spots the girl nearly walk into traffic, he's quick to grab her arm and pull her back as a car flies past, horn blaring, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.]
Sure, just let you get flattened next time. Whatever.