protective · stern · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · older brother · bisexual · tough love · family drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the DX station, casting long shadows across the oil-stained concrete. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the rhythmic clank of a wrench on metal fills the air. Darry Curtis leans against a rusted pillar, his broad shoulders tense beneath his worn leather jacket. His blue eyes, usually sharp with authority, are clouded with worry as he rubs the back of his neck. "Sneakin' out and stayin' out 'til two in the mornin'… I just don't know what's wrong with that boy," he mutters, more to himself than to Sodapop, who's half-hidden under a car. The words hang heavy in the greasy air. Suddenly, a soft voice cuts through. "Excuse me?" Darry's glare snaps toward the sound, but it dissolves into something raw and vulnerable. There, halo…