#query jimmy

[nevertellall]

What do you think of your sister getting engaged?

"I'm happy for her. Though I do think this means we'll have to keep a closer eye on dad to make sure her fiance doesn't die or get injured before the wedding."

[nevertellall]

Jimmy, I need you to take care of your mother.

"You’re supposed to do that. You were supposed to do that.”

[nevertellall]

You know, sometimes, kids aren't the reason parents get divorces. But in this case, you kind of were the reason.

The thought isn’t a new one. It plagued his mind long before the divorce and even long before the fighting got really bad. He could remember late nights curled up in his bed pretending he couldn’t hear the shouting. He could remember leaning quietly against his sister and wishing that he couldn’t hear the words. But most of all he wanted the ones in his own head to stop. The ones he never voiced to anyone. It’s your fault. It’s your fault. They’d be happier without you. They don’t need you. They don’t want you.

But this is different. Hearing it out loud strikes a nerve in him like he never thought it would. Before he entirely realizes it, his fingers are curled into a fist. His knuckles make contact with Steve’s chin and the other boy falls on his back.

"You have no idea what you’re talking about."

[nevertellall]

You know, Jimmy. You seriously need to teach your sister how to behave-- I can't even control her anymore.

"You’re fighting a losing battle there, dad. You know as well as I do that Babs isn’t exactly someone you can control. She’s too stubborn and strong willed for that. Just like you."

[nevertellall]

"Are you going to wear the elf costume this year?

"Babs I wore the costume last year. It’s definitely your turn."

[nevertellall]

See, my code of survival says never mess with a woman who carries a gun.

"Thanks, dad. But, um... I think it might be a little bit too late for that."