The lanky ten-year-old boy sat where he'd been instructed to sit, and stared blankly at a random wall. His eyes were practically glued to it, though he wasn't seeing anything - lost deep in thought. No noise around him, no movement made him turn.

The empty young boy's attention did shift, however, when he heard a younger child crying a couple seats down. Tears ran down the younger boy's face, brown eyes already turning red. "Hey.. kid," Phineas addressed the child, his Russian accent light. "You okay?"
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The little boy looked up, sniffling loudly. "I'm not kid. My name's Gabriel."