He tugged on the bloody leg of his clothing. "My leg..." It was authentic, but clearly an old wound, a few parallel deep gashes caused by what must have been a claw. There was a pattern of a t-shirt tied around it, but it had bleed through and the wounds were simply bare above and below it. "It hurts so much... I just can't take it..." He started to try to stand up. The pain was genuine, and it took focus for him to react to it how Eve would. He came up to a seated position, and gently picked up the leg to straighten it in front of him.

"But... my boyfriend..." He looked down to the ground, and ran a hand over the blood stain. As though he had once occupied that space.