Becket feels
I adore stories about Yancy and Raleigh growing up together and struggling to survive after they were bereaved and abandoned. I love Yancy giving up whatever his prospects might have been because he couldn’t give up Raleigh, and never feeling bitter towards him because of it. I love sweet Yancy, protective Yancy, anxious and bewildered Yancy, unforgiving Yancy... just give it all to me.
I love them being fiercely loyal to each other, having each other’s back without even asking what it was about first.
I love Raleigh worrying about Yancy, needing him so much but not wanting to burden him. He’s a bewildered teenager who’s lost everything he’s ever loved but his brother, and his brother holds him just as tight.
I love the two of them trying to figure out how to get through, being baffled by laundry and grocery shopping and utility bills. How they had to learn all the domestic things that teenage boys claim not to know how to do.
I love them fighting and having to learn to work through it because Dominique had never been able to stand her boys fighting and had always intervened before.
I love that Yancy lived and Raleigh lived and nothing could ever come between them for long. (Because they both damned well lived long enough to know that nothing else mattered more than having each other’s backs, always.)
What can I say? I’m a sucker for Beckets.
