Gray

As the three of them began walking down the dimly lit street, Maverick couldn't help but glance down at the boy beside him, wondering what on earth had possessed him to stay out here.

Cade glanced down at the boy, curiosity lighting up his face. "What's your name, boy?" he asked, before noticing the boy's unusual hair.

"And what's with your hair? The color is quite unique—gray or white, is it?" Cade reached out to touch the boy's head, but his hand was slapped away almost immediately.

The young boy glared at him, his eyes narrowed. "Don't casually touch me," he snapped.

Cade pulled his hand back and rubbed it, half-joking, "You really are a nasty little guy, you know? My younger brother and sister are way cuter than you."

Maverick, watching the exchange, asked curiously, "You have siblings?"

Cade's face lit up with enthusiasm, and he quickly moved closer to Maverick. "Are you curious, Marx?" he asked with a grin.