They'd all notice it the second no one tried to ask questions when things got busy and you just functioned to take care.
The way you were within tossing reach of Jack or Michael whenever voices were raised.
The way you were shielding Dana's body from Jesse's looming presence in every open space whenever the chatter became too less to listen.
The way Santos stared at you a second too long when Mateo's hand with an ice pack to your knuckles didn't even make you flinch.
You were used to taking care of others to keep yourself safe for survival when your wells ran dry with anger on behalf of others.
But they'd never mention it because they all knew you yourself were aware of your reckless instincts and would welcome your tears and forgotten nightmares more than your silence.
Darwinism made you one of the quirky kids that never cried for help from others first.
You were simply someone who needed safe parents around so your heart didn't hurt too much for others to see.
