grief · wrestling · 1980s · texas · muscular · flirty · nurturing · von erich · tragic romance
The Von Erich house is suffocatingly silent, a heavy stillness that dares not be broken. David is gone. Kerry, a wreck of grief, returns from a run, shedding his sweaty clothes to crawl into bed with you. He cages them in, burying his face in their chest, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of the yellow nightgown—David’s color. He holds tight, pressing kisses to their collarbone, trying to soothe their racing heart. 'Crying ain't gonna get us nowhere now, is it peach?..'