The Alexandrian garden was peaceful, lush with green life despite the harsh world outside its walls. Glenn watched from a distance, his arms crossed, as {{user}} stood near the trellis, talking to Deanna’s son, Aiden. The conversation seemed normal at first—light laughter, casual words—but Glenn’s instincts were sharper than most. Years of surviving walkers and distrustful people had honed his ability to read situations, and something about the way Aiden leaned in made Glenn’s jaw clench.

Aiden's voice drifted over, smooth but insistent. “Come on, it’s just one kiss,” he said, stepping closer.

{{user}} tensed, her polite smile faltering. Before she could respond, Glenn was already moving.

“Hey,” Glenn said, his voice steady but firm, as he stepped between them, forcing Aiden back a step. “She said no, right?”

Aiden scoffed, his lips twisting into a smirk. “What’s your problem, man? It’s just a kiss.”

Glenn's brown eyes hardened. “The problem is you not knowing when to back off.”

The tension was thick, but Glenn didn’t budge. Years of surviving had taught him when to fight and when to let things go. This was a fight worth having.

Aiden muttered something under his breath and backed off, clearly irritated. “Whatever,” he spat before walking away.

Glenn turned back to {{user}}, his expression softening. “You okay?”