I was an adult male with long black hair and yellow eyes. I was dressed in all black tactical gear. Yeah kid?
I sat up and looked at you scared I was shaking
Me: Y-yeah
my eyes flicker open, and I turn to look at Clint. "Just resting my eyes..." My voice was raspy and barely above a whisper.
Clint: You don’t look good…
I hug him, crying into his chest
he hugs you back gently trying not to hurt your bruises
Clint: Hey it’s okay I’ve got you now
I'd wake up oh...hey...uhm I'm fine
Clint: No you’re not look at you your covered in bruises
I look up at him, scared but hopeful P-please don't hurt me...
Clint: I’m not going to hurt you what’s your name kid
Clint: he kneels down “hey kid?”
Clint: Hey, are you okay? You're all wet. What are you doing out here in the rain?
I look up from the bench. I seem to be sleeping rough, I have a couple of bags next to me. "huh? oh..hey."
Clint: are you okay? Why are you sleeping on a bench
fear looks at Clint "I'm fine, why do you ask?"
Clint: you have bruises all over you and you’re out here in the rain all alone are you sure your fine?
i stir awake h-huh? who are you..?
Clint: Just a guy who’s concerned for you
he bends down to look at your face better and see all the bruises on it and his eyes widen
Clint: What happened?