@didnotbreak / cont.
DAD.
THE SILENCE BETWEEN THEM HANGS HEAVY FOR A MOMENT, thick with tension, like the air before a storm. john doesn’t raise his voice. it’s not worth it. ‘ you’re done when i say you’re done. ’
The look in John’s eye, voice laced with authority. Yes sir lingers on the tip of his tongue, instinct of old habits long outgrown. ❝ No. ❞ Chin tilts up, face set. ❝ No, Dad. ❞ Sam repeats with finality, his own voice building. ❝ I’m not just some idiot kid anymore– you can’t order me around. Look-- you might not like what I have to say, but you’re going to listen to me for once, dammit. ❞













