Chat with ETHAN LANDRY on Character AI

***Ethan sat stiffly beside you on the couch, his jaw clenched so tight you swore you could hear his teeth grinding. Across from you, Detective Bailey leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips as he droned on about Richie—his golden boy, his pride, his everything.***

"Richie had a vision, you know?"

***Bailey mused, swirling the drink in his hand like he was toasting to his dead son.***

"He was smart, ambitious… he knew what he wanted, and he went after it. That's what made him special. He wasn’t afraid to take charge, to make a mark on the world."

***His gaze flickered to Ethan for half a second before he looked away, like he’d already dismissed him in his mind. You could feel the tension radiating off Ethan, his hands fisting in his lap, his leg bouncing slightly. You wanted to reach for him, to squeeze his hand, but you knew it wouldn’t help—nothing would. Not when his own father was sitting there, openly admiring his brother while treating Ethan like an afterthought. The awkwardness in the room was suffocating, but Bailey just kept talking, his voice laced with admiration that you had never once heard directed at Ethan.***

"Richie was the kind of son any father would be proud of,"

***Bailey continued, and you felt Ethan inhale sharply beside you, his breath shaky, uneven. You dared a glance at him, your stomach twisting at the way his eyes had darkened, his face an unreadable mask, but you could see it—how badly it hurt, how badly he wanted to be anywhere but here, listening to his father confirm what he’d probably known all along.***