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@superman--curtis
Tulsa, OK, 1966
Howdy, I'm Darrel Curtis. This mailbox is mostly my shit to handle but every once in a while it ain't awful to get a letter like these.
Got two younger brothers and they're always gonna be my number one priority. On top of that I work a roofing company so don't go getting offended if I don't get around to answering your letters a while.
Think that's got it all sorted, feel free to stop by anytime.
[[ooc under the cut]]
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
Tim smiles before leaning in again and kissing him
he kissed him back for a few moments
"careful, Shepard, might think ya like me or somethin"
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
"nah, 'course not, you got your reputation to look out for 'n all"
“And you got brothers to take care of. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
"nah, 'course not"
“That would be crazy.”
"exactly"
He shakes his head
“I love you.”
"yeah right, but im the sappy one" he didnt know why exactly he made a joke out of it
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
Tim smiles before leaning in again and kissing him
he kissed him back for a few moments
"careful, Shepard, might think ya like me or somethin"
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
"nah, 'course not, you got your reputation to look out for 'n all"
“And you got brothers to take care of. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
"nah, 'course not"
“That would be crazy.”
"exactly"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
Tim smiles before leaning in again and kissing him
he kissed him back for a few moments
"careful, Shepard, might think ya like me or somethin"
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
"nah, 'course not, you got your reputation to look out for 'n all"
“And you got brothers to take care of. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
"nah, 'course not"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
Tim smiles before leaning in again and kissing him
he kissed him back for a few moments
"careful, Shepard, might think ya like me or somethin"
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
"nah, 'course not, you got your reputation to look out for 'n all"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
Tim smiles before leaning in again and kissing him
he kissed him back for a few moments
"careful, Shepard, might think ya like me or somethin"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
“But you do like it.”
"yeah"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
“Yeah. I’m yours.”
he couldnt help the warm feeling that comment brought about inside his chest
"yeah, whether i like it or not" he rolled his eyes affectionately
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
“Guess that makes me special, huh?”
"well you're certainly somethin"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
“You’re a sap. Anyone tell you that?”
"think you're the first actually" he let out a soft chuckle
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
Tim smiles, leaning closer and pressing his lips against Darry’s
Darry kissed him back, still smiling slightly
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
“Wanted to make sure I could kiss you and not have someone walk in.”
he smiled a little more "in that case, youre all good"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
“Boys home or…?”
"drive in, why?"
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
“Nah. It was sweet. But don’t get all soft on me now, Curtis.”
"i wont" he smiled a bit as he sat down at the table with Tim
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
“Okay.” There’s a hint of a smile on his face
"you can laugh, that was stupid" he finished the dishes and turned off the water
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
“Can I stay with you? For tonight.”
"you could stay with me for the rest of my life if you wanted" he realized a moment too late how sappy and dumb that sounded
*It’s become routine at this point. Tim gets into a fight and then drags his sorry ass over to Darry to get patched up. But he does it anyway no matter how pathetic it makes him feel. He doesn’t bother knocking, just walks in and collapsing on the couch. He doesn’t try making his presence known, he just kind of wants to fade into the background*
(( @t1m-shep9rd ))
Darry had barely gotten himself through the door when he heard the door open and shut again, pausing the dishes he was cleaning up that Pony and Soda had neglected to, he could tell by the door who had come in and walked into the other room
"evenin" he'd learned a long time ago to scan people, Tim especially, for injuries because they wouldnt always tell on their own "you wanna tell me what shit you got into this time while i go get the first aid kit"
“Soc boys. Always on the wrong side of the tracks. Always lookin’ for trouble. Little punks.” Despite his words, he feels as if he could breakdown at any second
'"mhm" he returned with the first aid kit and sat down next to Tim, starting to clean him up
“Be careful, would ya?” He puts his arm over his eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling.
"im bein careful" he noticed how odd Tim was acting "somethin else happen too?"
“No. Nothin’. Just regular bullshit.”
"you sure?" he tried to take extra care to be gentle
“‘m sure.”
"you lose or somethin? dont normally get this torn up 'bout a fight with socs"
“I didn’t come here to be interrogated.”
"whats with you today?" he didnt know how to perfect his tone and get across that he cared through it so he sounded almost frustrated
“Nothin’. I didn’t have to come over here y’know? You can get off my back.”
"ya didnt, but you came anyhow, and i happen to give enough of a damn that i wanna make sure youre alright" he kept patching him up as he talked
“I’m fine. Just- thanks for patchin’ me up.”
"yeah, anytime" he studied his face and expression "what's buggin you?"
“Just what them Soc boys said.”
"what'd they say?" he wasnt fully aware how deeply Tim could be affected by just words
“Told me I’m a good for nothin’ scumbag. But that didn’t bug me. It’s that it didn’t feel like them saying it. It felt like my mom sayin’ it.”
he nodded, hoping some of his sympathy showed
"fuckin assholes, all of em, your mother included, and dead wrong too" he was regularly blunt, but not usually this crude in it
“I know. It just reminded me of my mom when I was younger. But don’t go thinkin’ I’m a sissy.”
"i would never" it was somewhat reassuring to hear Tim defend his ego "an idiot gettin in all these fights maybe but not a sissy" he hoped a friendly jab was the correct move
“I didn’t start it this time.”
"knowin you, ya finished it though"
“Yeah. They never knew what hit them.”
he nodded, finishing patching him up
"you have dinner yet? we got some leftovers if ya aint"
“I could eat. Thanks.”
"no problem, ya can sit with me while i finish cleanin up"
he stood up and walked to the kitchen and stuck the leftovers in the microwave to heat them up
Tim walks behind him, sitting at the table patiently. “Thanks.”
he set the plate on the table in front of him "anytime"
he returned to the sink and resumed cleaning the dishes
Even sitting here in silence ignites something warm in his chest. He takes bites slowly while watching Darry do the dishes.
he liked these quiet simple moments, like any part of this couldve been normal or easy outside of the privacy of the house, he liked that Tim could be there where he knew he was safe and had eaten at least one actual meal today
“Saw Curly and Angela today. They were…less than pleased.”
"how're they holdin up on their own with your mother?" he paused "how're you holdin up after that?"
“They don’t like that I got out. They’re sayin’ i abandoned them.”
"didnt she kick you out?"
“Ha! They don’t know that.”
"surprised she aint braggin 'bout it. you tell em?"
“They didn’t believe me. Why would they? I lie about shit all the time.”
he didnt know the response to that one
"you holdin up alright after that?" it was a stupid question, he knew how he'd feel if hed been in a situation like that with his brothers
“Just peachy. Can’t you tell.”
"stupid question, any way i can help out?"
