&&live life fearlessly

"Who has frail masculinity?"

"Nearly every man I work with. They all get up in arms when I point out something they've missed."

"You do know that not everyone will abandon you, Evan. Right?"

"Eddie's leaving, and he's not coming back. He's my best friend Cait. And he's acting like it's nothing."

"You're gonna pull up the calls from April twenty." The instruction was spoken quietly, as if the man didn't want anyone else to hear. "Around four in the afternoon."

He hated this, feeling like there was nothing he could do. And the truth was that he was out numbered, with a lot of people who could get hurt in the crossfire. Buck took a calming breath, trying to think about what Bobby would tell him to do. Bobby would tell him to just listen and keep his head down until the police got there. Problem was that he wasn't convinced anyone was going to figure out something was wrong until much later, when things got worse. He pulled against the hands on his shoulder, not even sure what his plan was. It didn't matter, not really when he felt the blow to his temple. Buck groaned for a moment, stumbling back as he fell back into the hands of the gunman. Dex was too far for him to help, but he knew that whatever they were making him do wasn't good. The voice behind him spoke, "You really don't know when to shut up, do you?"

Ollie's gaze dropped as he sat there, hearing the other young man speaking and wondering what had brought them both there. He knew for a fact that he wasn't involved in anything dangerous or risky, meaning that this would likely be to do with his family, but he knew nothing about the other. He seemed to know what he was talking about, seemed to be able to gauge some things from their limited information. "Oliver.... Ollie." he replied, looking over at Carlos. "Do you have any idea why you're here?"

"I'd say it's nice to meet you Ollie, but these aren't the circumstances I'd want to meet you under." The problem was that there could be a number of reasons that Carlos was here, but none of them seemed to make sense. At least not when he had never met this other man before. Obviously they must have something in common for the two of them to be taken, unless it was just the luck of the draw. "Unfortunately there could be a few different reasons I'm here. I'm a police officer but nothing I've worked on recently feels like it would lead to this. My father is a Texas Ranger, he could have pissed someone off."

Lost in thought, the young boy fidgets a little with the now empty cup of water. He doesn't notice anyone approaching, at least not until they sit in the chair opposite, resulting in a quiet startle.

"Do you mind?" She asked, gestuering to the empty spot next to him. "We're going to want to put some ice on those bruises before they get worse."

"And we can grow out of being fifteen." A smile flit across Sharon's lips. "Everybody's a bit of a nightmare at fifteen. We grow up. Now look at you."

She knew Sharon was right, that she could grow out of being fifteen. The problem was the choices she made as a stupid teenager that changed the course of her life. "I'm who I am because of the choices I made. I promised I'd get justice for my dad, I just didn't think it would take this long to get it."

Michael chuckles softly, nodding. "Especially after the day we both had, more so the day you had." Michael moves his other hand from Travis's arm and wraps it around his husband's waist, joining the first arm. "Wanna take this to the kitchen or bedroom?"

"If we don't start in the kitchen and actually eat something I worry we won't end up eating at all." Travis was well aware of their patterns, and he knew that if they didn't get food then they were both going to be tired and cranky later on. Would put a dampener on the entire evening, even if they went to have fun beforehand. "We'll have plenty of time for both tonight, I promise."

"There are horror movies that have silly goofy guys, though, that might not change the genre for sure?"

"Well yeah when you use logic like that it sorta debunks my statement. But the funny guy in the horror movies is always everyone's favorite."

"I..I used to want to be a teacher, you know. Like, first grade. But I'm thirty-four and never finished college. I'd need at least a bachelor's to even get a teaching certificate. "