#scripted: dick

not much could get in the way of dick doing what he needed to do, but he wasn’t a reckless person who would get himself killed. he understood his limits, pushed them when he could, and pulled back when he needed to. he knew he wouldn’t be any help to anyone if he was hurt or dead. the storm that rolled in was unexpected, harsh as it rattled the windows and challenged their strength. it was hurricane worthy without the hurricane attached, forcing both gabriel and dick to seek shelter inside. the electricity threatened to die out, lights coming and going. he hated that he was stuck in one place, but he wasn’t alone — for better or for worse. “we should probably stay back from the windows. i don’t know how long this will go on for, but we’ll be doing our part by staying safe too,” he instructed, used to taking up the mantle even if it wasn’t called for. “it will probably be better for us to go one of the rooms that don’t have any windows if you want to move with me.” a suggestion. it was hard to judge how well the other would take to listening to someone else.

dick swallowed, not sure if he was relieved or not to hear to hear that jarrod didn’t hate him. while it would have made things easier for the boy in the end to hate him, dick’s heart longed for the other far too much to me parted from him. he gently squeezed the other’s hand. “i love you too. nothing would ever change that. and, i do everything because i love you. i didn’t want you to worry or get hurt or get involved. but, it seems keeping you out of the loop really didn’t protect you in the end,” he said softly, guilt causing him to hang his head. “i never want you to go through that ever again. so, maybe…” he said, voice faltering. it pained him to even think of the possibility of what he was going to suggest. “i mean, you don’t feel safe being in a relationship with me, do you?”