#jasonbrenner

“  i highly recommend not walking out that door, kiddo.  ”                   a sigh escapes him, head turning and eyes glancing over to jason where he obviously seemed to think tj was asleep while miecz was still at the gallery.                    “  you know i won’t tell you what to do, but instead of goin’ to whatever party and bringing whatever it is you think you need back into this house, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.  just you and me.  ”

               "         i   feel   like   i'm   losing   you   and   i   don't   know   how   to   stop   it.         "   

         danny  always  happened  to  be  in  the  right  place.  whether  it  was  wrong  or  right  was  always  a  coin  flip  --  but  given  the  fact  that  he’s  somewhere  in  the  boonies  in  fucking  indiana  ?  he  feels  unnerved,  having  seen  the  town  sign  from  shine  for  about  three  months.  the  other  things  were  harder  to  discern  outside  from  that;  his  dreams  often  were.  after  the  bus  had  stopped  woefully  at  the  town  center,  he  had  walked  aimlessly  for  what  felt  like  hours.  growing  impatient,  he  picks  a  road,  a  road  that  felt  good,  and  starts  up  it.  hell,  hopefully  a  good  samaritan  would  drive  him  to  indianapolis  after  all  this.  though  as  the  town  behind  him  thins  out,  he  grows  ever  more  on  edge.  electricity  fills  the  air,  uncomfortably  so.  he  feels  like  a  crack  has  been  torn  --  earthquake  ?  did  indiana  even  have  those  ?  then,  as  if  a  ping  !  went  off  in  his  head,  (  hospital  gown,  a  row  of  small  --  child’s  beds  ).  and  he  saw  him.  narrowing  his  eyes,  he  tries  to  make  him  come  into  focus.  a  kid ?  though  then  he  saw  the  fire  around  him.  not  REAL  fire,  not  here  fire,  shining  fire  as  if  he  was  or  had  been  engulfed.  he  hasn’t  worked  out  how  to  tell  the  difference  yet.  but  does  it  matter  ?  “  hey,  hey  -- ”  he’s  walking  away  from  him,  not  on  purpose,  but  that’s  how  it  ended  up  being.  he  notices  the  kid’s  appearance.  hospital  gown.  he  speeds  up  a  little,  but  pulls  back,  he  doesn’t  want  to  scare  him.  “  hey,  kid.  you  lost  ? ”   /  @jasonbrenner​

Ben  can  see  the  anxious  energy.    People don’t often realise that they body language can be read like any book, and it is a language that Ben is fluent in. This kid has seen some shit -- it’s evident in the slouch of his shoulders, the avoidance of eye contact for a long time. Fear, maybe. Anxiety, definitely. The confirmation comes from the words --- in some serious shit. Good thing Ben has a penchant for helping out those in need. Especially when it feels like he could be looking into his own trauma-stained mirror. A comforting smile, reaching a hand out to place against the boy’s shoulder.          “It’s okay, bud. Just --- tell--tell me what you remember, and I---I’ll do my best to help.” 

It was no secret to people that were close to him that Ryder had a tendency to hide his negative feelings. He thought that it was easier to put on a happy face and deal with things by himself. The only problem that came with that was that his family was, understandably, worried about him. And he reacted like an animal that was backed into a corner more times than not. “Do you really think I wanted to spend another fucking second with you?” The words were spit out before he could stop them. Metaphorical hackles raised, green eyes narrowed at the other even as he felt the regret slowly sinking into his gut. / reverse meme call ; @jasonbrenner​

          “ if i tell you , you’ll l-l-laugh . ”

          “   you  wanna  tell  me  why  you’re  failing  math   ?   “ 

                        he's   hovering   at   the   stove   ,   cooking   them   both   up   some   dinner   for   the   night   --   duke   prefers   knowing   that   jason   has   eaten   something.   he   doesn't   tense   ,   doesn't   seem   to   show   any   negative   reactions   to   such   a   statement.   instead   ,   he   offers   him   a   glance   over   the   shoulder   ,   to   let   him   know   he   heard   him   ,   at   least.   pay   attention   to   him   is   something   duke   has   learned   to   do   ,   even   if   not   directly   told   to.   yeah   ,   he   gets   how   that   feels.         ❛         yeah   ?   what's   going   on   ?   everything   okay   ?            ❜   he   knows   he's   got   to   ask   that   ,   &   he   hopes   he'll   get   a   solid   answer   out   of   him.