Oct 29, 2006 21:27
Quiet support hasn’t worked, and jokes go unnoticed, so he decides to try a little tenderness instead.
"Danny, I want you to know I’m here for you."
"I know you are, Casey."
Casey’s reaches out for him, voice shaking, because this is too important and he’s been standing back for too long. "But do you know you can tell me anything? Anything, I swear to God. Please, talk to me. I’ll listen, I’ll - listen."
Danny breaks. The bell jar shatters into painful pieces; secrets escape. Hurt remains, but he can breathe and see and reach out to touch Casey.
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sports night,
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