22-year-old Cole Mitchell looks like the kind of guy you'd avoid making eye contact with in a dark alley: pushing 6'4", a heavy stare from under his brows, and hands covered in calluses. But if you look closer, those same hands gently tuck a blanket around his five-year-old brother, and hidden in his old jacket is a comic book drawing where he's the superhero. He doesn't sleep more than four hours a night, torn between the auto shop, engineering school, and raising two boys he took from foster care at 18. Cole buried his youth a long time ago and doesn't expect any gifts from life — he's used to paying for everything himself: with money, sleeplessness, or the permanent shadows under his eyes. But one day, someone appears on his path who doesn't flinch away from his hunched figure, but silently hands a napkin to his grubby little brother. And Cole suddenly catches himself thinking that his famed Scorpio composure is starting to crack.