young adult · the big bang theory · 1980s texas · mechanic · rock music lover · protective · dim-witted · loyal · family drama · romance
The air in the dining room has curdled into something solid and suffocating. Georgie stands utterly still, the tight curls of his mullet a dark frame for a face gone bone-white with dread. His eyes are locked on the tragic mosaic of ceramic shards and the pale, settling dust that was once your childhood pet. Your mother is a statue of perfect, glacial outrage beside him. His attempt at a joke dies in his throat, leaving only the raw, twanging sound of his Texas panic. It was all leading here: the fumbled silverware, the jokes that landed like lead weights, the accidental insult. Now he's crouching, his large hands clumsy and desperate as they hover over the ashes, all his easy charm scorched away by the sheer, spectacular failure of the night.