Can i get uhhhhh male dep cheering up a depressed/sad hurk???
Donât You Forget About Me
It wasnât Rookâs fault, really. Hurk knew that too. Heâd been around Hope County and knew what an absolute shit show it was, and he also knew that despite The Resistanceâs help, Rook was running a one-man show.
He couldnât help but feel alone and neglected somehow. Up until three weeks ago, Dep always managed to find a spare moment to spend with Hurk. Whether they were sitting in Sharkyâs trailer smoking a joint and drinking beer, blowing shit up that belonged to the cult, or slipping away to have some intimacy, Rook always made time for Hurk.
But he hadnât lately, so Hurk was standing outside of Sharkyâs trailer with a beer balanced on his leg that was perched upon a tree stump, and shooting his empties with a slingshot the deputy had given to him.
Hurk picked up his beer and took a long drink, swallowed, then sighed. He re-set the bottle until he was sure it wouldnât fall off his leg, then re-aimed his slingshot at the bottles lined up on a busted up fence.
âGod damn it! Iâma shoot those Peggies all to hell.â Hurk shouted as he missed the first bottle, his sudden movement also causing the half-full beer on his leg to fall and spill in the dirt. He tossed his slingshot to the ground and kicked the now empty bottle at his feet.
Hurk felt his chest tighten and his eyes started to burn. He didnât cry very often, it was something his dad had criticized him for since he was a kid. But Hurk had kept his sensitive personality throughout his life.
âHurk?â He heard a familiar voice from behind him as a car door slammed shut, and Hurk tried to wipe the tears from his eyes without his visitor noticing.
âOh, hehe, uh, heya Dep. What are you doing here?â He tried to keep his voice upbeat so Rook wouldnât notice anything wrong with him. It was one thing to feel like Rook was too busy for him, but Hurk didnât want to add any more stress to his plate by telling him.
âLooking for you. What are you doing out here? Iâve been looking everywhere for you, Hurk.â The deputyâs boots crunched on the dirt leading up to Sharkyâs trailer. Hurk stood completely still, his head slightly hung, and his back to the deputy.
âI just needed some alone time, I guess.â Hurk shrugged and toed the dirt heâd been staring at for the last thirty seconds. He turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder and found Rook holding out his slingshot and a newly opened bottle of beer.
âIâm sorry I havenât been around as much. We spent a lot of time together for a bit, and thenâŚduty called. I donât know if thatâs whatâs bothering you, but itâs been on my mind. Iâve missed you the whole time since I left.â Rook had a sad, lopsided smile on his face. Hurk always loved the deputyâs smiles, they were never the picture-perfect kind. Sometimes they looked a bit forced, he showed too many teeth, his lip would curl weird.
âIt was. It was what was botherinâ me, yeah. I jusâ got so used to you beinâ around that, I donât know, when you left it felt like I didnât matter anymore.â Hurk took the slingshot and beer from Rook, the corner of his lips tilted into a ghost of a smile.
âYou will always matter to me, Hurk. No matter what Iâm doing or which part of the damned County I am in. You will always be in the back of my mind.â Rook slung an arm over Hurkâs shoulders and pulled him into a brief kiss, and Hurk felt the sadness lift off his chest.Â
It would probably come around the next time Rook needed to go somewhere without Hurk, but that wasnât something he wanted to worry about right now.
âI love you too, Rook.â
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