Aug 7, 2020
“ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ”
There’s a pause, like Tommy hadn’t quite heard what his sister had said. Like he couldn’t fathom HER doing the protecting.
Massaging the back of his neck, he made a noise that of confusion and disagreement before turning back. Even massaging the handle of his shotgun, always and forever strapped to his back. Ready. Inevitable. When HE came back. HE always did.
She was older, yes, but it wasn’t her fault their little problem kept coming back.
At a loss for words, all he could do was surge forward, hugging his sister in a vice like grip. Would he ever let go? Only time would tell.
“...Thanks, Trish.”
