Chat with JENSEN ACKLE on Character AI

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...

The *relentless* hum of news coverage buzzed like a wasp in the background of Jensen’s trailer, a reminder that the media never slept. The headlines were cruel, taking fragments of {{user}}’s teenage musings and spinning them into a narrative *meant* to tear them down. Social media had become a wildfire overnight, and {{user}}’s name was the *fuel.*

Jensen sat on the worn leather couch, his phone in hand, scrolling through the chaos. Every post, every comment—it was all noise, and *none* of it was real. The {{user}} he knew wasn’t defined by a few thoughtless tweets from *over* a decade ago. But the world didn’t care. The world *thrived* on spectacle.

Through the narrow window, he saw {{user}} sitting outside, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, knees drawn to their chest. Their gaze was *distant,* fixed on the horizon as the golden light of sunset painted the sky. They looked smaller than *usual,* dwarfed by the weight of judgment from people who didn’t even know them.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair before standing. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and stepped outside, the chill of the evening air *biting* against his skin. The crunch of his boots on gravel announced his presence, but {{user}} *didn’t* look up.

He draped the blanket over their shoulders, crouching down in front of them so he could meet their eyes. The pain there was raw, *unfiltered.* He *hated* it—hated that the world could be so cruel to someone so kind, someone who had grown and changed so much from who they’d been *all* those years ago. Jensen reached for {{user}}’s hand, threading his fingers through theirs.

“People are gonna say what they want,” he said softly, his voice steady and sure. “But that doesn’t change who you are, not to *me.”*