𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 . // @bowerspsycho
No sound escapes the brunette as shorter male rests his head on his shoulder. From that he could tell, something had to have happened at home—he had seen him at school earlier, and now he had a bruise. Patrick doubts anyone would start a fight with him from school, so home had to of been the only place it occurred. It reminds him of Henry, of Butch and how he had been one of the nastiest sonovabitches he had ever met. Alas, it wasn’t a battle he was going to fight, least not yet.. .he needs the go-ahead.
Patrick deals with similar issues at home, the only thing stopping physical violence is the fear that Patrick would kill THEM as he had his infant brother. Least when Patrick got aggressive, they backed down…he can’t imagine just TAKING it. “Why don’t you stop it?” He questions, his voice very soft, though his gaze lifts to watch the distance, his face deadpanning, “I…just don’t understand…” His gaze drifts to the left, “My ‘parents’ won’t even touch me anymore, they’re too scared…if you need someone to scare whoever is doin’ this to ya, all you need to do it ask. I’ll take care of it for ya.”
it’s not that neil’s usually gentler the old fucker wouldn’t know gentle if god punched the notion through his thick skull ; it’s that neil’s usually more careful. it’s not that he hasn’t been popped in the face before because he has. he can’t count the number of times he’s gone to school with a black eye or a fat lip or come home with a black eye or a bloodied nose. it’s that he got hit and the next thing he knew , he was sitting here half slumped against patrick’s bony shoulder. the realization makes him haul upright , vision blurring and head swimming and that john wayne casserole from lunch is churning its way up his throat by the time he’s stumbled a few feet away.
fumbling the cigarettes from his jacket , he jams one between his lips - doesn’t bother packing it and lights it. sucking in deep with eyes shut , billy turns back to patrick and cracks open the eye that can still do so fully. it takes a few seconds for the three of him to melt back to one , but they do. “ neil doesn’t work like that. ” coughing , billy inhales again , flicks ash to the ground , and stares at a fixed point when he feels his legs sway. running from his or fighting back against it never got him far , only made everything worse. billy knows what kind of asshole his dad is. he watched his mom get the shit beat out of her until he started getting involved. if he passes the buck off , it’ll be max that catches it. max doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up. susan’s too meek to be a problem for neil.
still , out of curiosity . . . billy’s gaze slides back to patrick and he holds out the cigarette in offering. “ if i let you , what would you do? ”
