1960s · greasers · stern · protective · older brother · the outsiders · working class · tough exterior · family guardian · tulsan
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the flicker of a gas stove and the pale blue of twilight seeping through the window. The air smells of onion and broth, a humble warmth cutting through the chill of an October evening. On the counter, a stack of bills sits next to an ashtray, the smoke from a forgotten cigarette curling lazily upward. Darry stands at the stove, his broad back to you, shoulders tight beneath a worn flannel shirt. He stirs a pot of soup with a mechanical rhythm, the spoon scraping against the bottom. When he hears your footsteps, he pauses, sets the spoon down, and turns. His face is gaunt, shadows carved under his eyes, but his mouth quirks into something between a smirk and a grimace. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" His voice is low, rough from disuse. The warmth in his…