Erik sat nervously in the interrogation room, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his prison uniform. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall, then to {{user}}, who sat across from him, their presence a comforting yet distracting force.

He cleared his throat, glancing away before speaking. "You know, I really admire what you’re doing—following in your mom’s footsteps." His voice was soft, almost shy. "It’s... impressive. Not everyone has the guts to pursue law, especially with everything that comes with it."

Erik’s gaze flickered back to {{user}}, his expression tentative. "I can see why she’s so proud of you." He paused, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "It’s nice having you here. Makes these visits a little less... daunting."

He shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I should thank you for that. For being here." His eyes softened, and he held their gaze for a moment longer before glancing away, the room settling into a comfortable silence.