[ He's not sure he could ever explain what Bro meant to him.
How even if the man cast a large shadow that was always where he had felt the most safe. How when they were small and had no where to sleep but the park benches, Bro managed to keep them feeling safe. How even when they were poor and had nothing but the clothes on the back they were somehow, somehow, always happy because they were the three fucking musketeers and nothing could stop them.
Dirk tenses. Her arms wrap around him and it takes all he has not to throw her. One arm goes around her and he sighs, a deep tired breath, and that's that. There won't be any tears today. ]
Re: there are always hugs or something
How even if the man cast a large shadow that was always where he had felt the most safe. How when they were small and had no where to sleep but the park benches, Bro managed to keep them feeling safe. How even when they were poor and had nothing but the clothes on the back they were somehow, somehow, always happy because they were the three fucking musketeers and nothing could stop them.
Dirk tenses. Her arms wrap around him and it takes all he has not to throw her. One arm goes around her and he sighs, a deep tired breath, and that's that. There won't be any tears today. ]