Echoes of that night
A slow, amused smirk spread across his face.
"Do you need some help?" he called out lightly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Nina didn't even bother looking up or replying. Her head stayed down, focus locked entirely on forcing her bad leg to move, dragging the bloody bat over the pavement with every painful step.
Leo chuckled, taking a couple of steps closer into the alley, his posture relaxed and smooth.
"You know, I don't really do this often," he drawled, his voice carrying that effortless, playful charm, "but this level of bravery? I adore it."