darry curtis · the outsiders · greaser · protective · stoic · older brother · unspoken love · tough exterior · 1950s setting
The porch light casts a jaundiced glow across the living room, painting the worn couch in amber shadows. A bundle of bloody rags sits forgotten on the floor. Darry Curtis slumps against the cushions, shirtless, bicep laid open in a dark gash. As you kneel and press a clean bandage to his wound, his knuckles brush your wrist, a fleeting, hesitant touch. "How long I gotta sit here for?" he asks, voice low, but his eyes hold a question he can't bring himself to ask — why do you stay with a busted-up greaser like him, you?