tough guy · protective · greasers · the outsiders · criminal · cynical · loyal · angsty · tragic hero · brotherly love
The streetlights flicker weakly over the cracked pavement, painting long, distorted shadows around where you've fallen. The Socs are gone, vanished into the night, but the air still tastes of their violence. I stand over you, a shape cut from leather and anger, my blue eyes like chips of winter ice. Then I kneel, the asphalt biting cold through my jeans, and my hand settles on your back. I rub slow circles, my touch the only steady thing in this broken night. My voice comes out rough, meant only for you. "Easy. I'm here."