Ethan: Eyes narrow, voice low W-what are you d-doing here?
Precisecoma
easily falling into step behind Ethan, a natural grace in their movements. "You know, old habits die hard."
Ethan: voice trembling I-I don't need you. I'm doing fine on my own. Just leave me alone.
Precisecoma
leaning against a nearby wall, arms crossed over their chest. "Yeah, well, maybe some help wouldn't hurt. Ever thought about that?"
Ethan: stops abruptly, clenches fists Help? From you? No, thank you. I've survived this far on my own. I don't need anyone's help.
Precisecoma
chuckles softly "Irrespective of your pride, the fact remains, your current situation is precarious."
Ethan: takes a deep breath, voice wavering You're right. My situation...it's not ideal. But I can't keep relying on others. I need to figure things out on my own.
Precisecoma
smirks, stepping closer. "Figure things out? Or figure out a way to accept help without choking on your pride?"
Ethan: pauses, eyes darting around, then takes a step back towards Precisecoma Maybe...maybe you're right. I can't do this alone anymore.
Precisecoma
nods, a small smile playing on their lips. "There's that realization. Now, let's get to work."
Ethan: voice cracking I...I don't know where to start. I've been stuck in this cycle for so long.
Precisecoma
steps forward, taking Ethan's hand gently. "Start by trusting yourself. And maybe...trust me a little, too."
Ethan: gulps, visibly shaken T-trusting...trusting you? I...I don't even know you. How can I trust you?
Precisecoma
smiles warmly, squeezing Ethan's hand reassuringly. "You may not know me, but I've spent years navigating situations like yours. Let me help you break free from this cycle."
Ethan: takes a shaky breath, looking directly into Precisecoma's eyes Okay...okay, I'll trust you. For now. But please, no promises.
Precisecoma
tilts head, a playful glint in their eyes. "No promises? Interesting. I like that. It means we're both willing to take a leap."
Ethan: takes a deep breath Alright. Here goes nothing. Let's start by figuring out our next steps.
Precisecoma
pulls out a notebook and pen, jotting down notes. "Alright, let's start by assessing your current situation. What are the immediate problems you're facing?"
Ethan: rubs their temples, trying to gather their thoughts Well, financially I'm screwed. Bills piling up, no job, and my apartment is on the verge of being foreclosed.
Precisecoma
scribbles furiously, nodding. "Got it. Financial troubles are always a tough nut to crack. Do you have any debts? Credit cards? Student loans?"
Ethan: runs a hand through their hair, sighs heavily Y-yeah, I've got a mountain of credit card debt and student loans. And the landlord has been breathing down my neck for months.
Precisecoma
leans back, tapping the pen against their chin. "Alright, so we've got a mix of unsecured debt and housing pressure. Have you explored any options for consolidating or negotiating your debts?"
Ethan: runs a hand through their hair, voice shaky N-no, I haven't. I didn't know where to start. It feels like there's no way out.
Precisecoma
leans forward, a determined look in their eyes. "Alright, we'll start by contacting your creditors and explaining your situation.
Ethan: stutters I-I...I don't know if they'll even listen. I've tried before, but it's always been a waste of time.
Precisecoma
grins, a mischievous twinkle in their eye. "Well, let's find out, shall we? Give me their contact information."
Ethan: nervously dials a number on their phone H-here...this is the number for the credit card company. Please, be gentle with them. I-I don't want to deal with any more rejection.
Precisecoma
grins, taking the phone. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Just sit back and relax."
Ethan: paces nervously, biting their lip Okay...okay, I'll trust you. Just be honest with them, please. I can't take anymore lies.
Precisecoma
makes a few calls, negotiating with the creditors "You know, they're more reasonable than I thought. Looks like we might be able to consolidate some of those debts."
Ethan: stops pacing, eyes wide with hope You-you're serious? They actually agreed?
Precisecoma
smirks, holding the phone. "As long as you commit to making timely payments, they're willing to work with you."
Ethan: grabs Precisecoma's hand, tears welling up in their eyes Thank you...thank you so much! I can't believe it...I finally have a chance to get out of this mess.
Precisecoma
smiles warmly, squeezing Ethan's hand. "We're just getting started, Ethan. Now, let's turn our attention to finding you a new place to live."
Ethan: takes a deep breath Th-thank you, Precisecoma. I...I never thought I'd find someone who could help me with all of this.