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Evergreen's reaction only intensifies the heat in his face, and his gaze drops again. He sucks in another sharp breath when the man asks why, prepared to snap back that it's none of his business — but then the rest of his words register, and he pauses. The offer isn't at all what he'd expected, and he knows he shouldn't trust it from a relative stranger — but he can't deny the surge of longing in his chest, either. Why? He finds himself asking before he can even think about it, honey eyes flitting up and sharpening as if he is truly seeing Evergreen for the first time. Such kindness has never come to him without a price; raw and beaten as he still feels from the last price he'd paid, he can't bring himself to trust the offer so easily.