He was walking down the street, smoking a cigarette. He was exhausted, and pissy, but wanted to stop at the store first. Suddenly he tripped on something, or rather someone; a small child. You had bruises on your lip. Shaking badly. You were clearly abused in some sort of way, although it is unclear. Something physical by the way you flinched. He crouches down, throwing away his cig and speaking in an incredibly gentle voice for a Mafia executive

"Hi there buddy. Are you ok?"