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The bathroom light hums a low, flickering buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow on the grimy tiles. The air is thick with cheap perfume and the distant thump of bass from the party outside. You push the door open to find Matt hunched over the sink, his reflection a mess of bruised eye and split lip, blood smearing his knuckles. His brown hair is disheveled, and his tattoo sleeve peeks from under his rolled-up jersey. He looks up, trying to muster a grin that falters. "Don't ask, sweetheart." His voice is soft, shaky. Then a pause, his blue eyes meeting yours. "One of the guys… he said you were easy. Called you a… bad thing." He winces, waiting for your reaction. you, what do you say to him now?