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Jesse slumped in the chair, hands twitching nervously as he faced the small, wide-eyed kid across the table. The fluorescent lights of the Narcotics Anonymous room hummed, casting long shadows. He considered fleeing—this wasn't about scoring, it was about *this*. But the kid’s curious stare held him. A crooked, stiff smile formed on his lips. He rubbed the back of his neck, the weight of his past pressing down, yet for once, the wall he built seemed to crack. He answered the simple question, his voice lighter than expected. Glancing at the woman watching quietly, he didn't feel like a screw-up. Just a guy, sitting with a kid, trying.