Ana_TheFallenAngel

But I like to think after the Hail Mary's launch... Court reached out to Colt. In the only way he knows.

Jody wasn't home yet, and Colt had a long day of stunts for a movie. There's already something off when he enters the house. Colt can't explain it, but something is off. He reaches the living room, his steps cautious.

And there he sees him. Tall, sturdy, waiting. He shouldn't be able to recognize him. It had been years since it happened, and he was so young. But their father's genes were always stronger, for better or for worse.

"Hey." The man says, voice gruff, and his arms folded across his chest. A stance like this usually makes someone look bigger, more intimidating, and, well, he does look as such, but in a way, it makes him look smaller, and maybe even, just a little bit, vulnerable. "Can we talk?"

Colt stares at the man. The man with the same blue eyes as him. The man who ran away from their family when they needed him the most. The man who protected him and Ryland from the man that should have been their father when he was just as much of a boy as them. The man who has been dead from the face of the world for 24 fucking years.

He stares at him for a long ass time, feeling his eyes burn and his teeth grit together from his clenching jaw.