@twiinned gets a very angry brother. It was nice knowing you, Nubbins.
If there’s one thing Bubba is well-known for in the Sawyer household, it’s his seemingly infinite patience with his younger brothers. From an early age, he learned to recognize what their nagging cries for attention actually meant and how to handle them. In the case of Paul, that’s all he really wants to begin with: attention. And Bubba, having favoured his youngest sibling since birth, is more than happy to give it to him. It’s seldom the pair are often seen apart anyway - wherever Bubba goes, Paul is sure to follow. That’s the way it’s been for as long as any of them can remember and that’s the way it always will be, as far as the two brothers are concerned.
In the case of Nubbins, Bubba finds that the other twin is much more tolerable when left to his own devices. He loves Nubbins, he really and truly does - but he’s never truly felt comfortable around his brother. Truth be told, Nubbins frightens him. Always so quick to resort to violence, to RELISH in it - not just towards the cattle they slaughtered for dinner, but towards his family as well. Towards Paul, for reasons Bubba cannot even begin to understand. It’s been that way since they were children, and rather than getting better over time, things only seem to be getting worse.
Which is what’s brought Bubba to Nubbins’ bedroom door so late at night. This isn’t the first time he’s confronted his younger brother over his cruel treatment of Paul, but threats - or even sometimes physical blows - only prove to be temporary solutions. It’s always Paul who stops Bubba from doing worse, begging and pleading him to show Nubbins the mercy his twin had never shown him.
Well, this time isn’t like all the other times. Paul isn’t here to serve as the buffer between his brothers now - he’s too busy nursing the most recent wounds Nubbins had given him. And after much internal debate, Bubba has come to the conclusion that enough is enough.
Stone-faced behind the mask he wears, he raises a fist and bangs on the wooden door. Three times, in succession.
And then he waits.