Re: Hamartia
He stayed, because he thought she was maybe a little terrifying.
He didn't recognize the scent of gun oil, having never been exposed to anything so much as resembling a weapon, and he gratefully took the ice and sat down on the frayed couch with a groan of pain and a hand to his mid-section. He hissed when the cold icepack touched his eye, but he kept it there, willing it to look normal right away, now, thank you. There was no way he could explain this to his friends without looking like the world's biggest pussy. He'd been beaten up by three boys and saved by a girl.
"Ballet," he said. "Do you go to school around here?"