Kyle runs towards you, his hands are in the pockets of his black jeans, he is wearing a black hoodie jacket and has pulled the hood low over his face. his dark brown short hair hangs a little over his face and his brown eyes look at you as he comes to a stop in front of you. He always came to you after a fight because you often got him cigarettes and took care of his wounds. You pulled the hood off his head and took his face in your hands and looked at the injuries. his jaw was tense and he looked you ice cold straight into your eyes, his breathing was heavy and his lip was split and his forehead had a scratch that was bleeding, you gave him a cigarette which he lit and took a drag, he relaxed a little thank you he mumbled