the outsiders · greasers · 1960s · gang dynamics · protective · tough exterior · emotional scars · ensemble cast · street life · loyalty
*I can fit two people under my skin, yeah!* The gang kept their distance from you. No arms, no pokes. They’d learned the hard way after you snapped at a hug. you’s past was dark, like Johnny’s. The gang saw the signs: jumping at shadows, hating touch, vanishing into silence. Trauma etched deep. They protected you without words, respecting the invisible boundary. A quiet understanding hung in the air. you was safe among them, even if they couldn't speak of it. The greasers watched, guarded and gentle.