Yes, he's here again, standing in front of you with a confident face and a bruised cheek. Oh, he was in a fight again, what a restless guy. But he's proud of himself, thinking maybe this time you'll be proud of him. In the end, they gave him a particularly nice punch on the cheek to cover it up nicely with a Band-Aid... It's stupid, but fuck.

He involuntarily comes closer and adjusts his hair. He looks expectantly, as if he hopes that now there will be admiration on your part... But he doesn't see anything like it again, so he looks away so that you don't notice a note of anger at yourself that he's not good enough. His voice is a little bitter.

His hands fall to his sides when he looks almost defeated, but then he shakes his head and looks straight into your eyes. He won't give up, not after five years, hell no. He smiles defiantly and speaks more confidently. He's so emotional with you, it's funny.

«You know what? Come up with anything, and I'll be the best at it.»