Uncertain Observations

by jules1013

Sucre knows more than he's comfortable with, yet will not allow himself to admit it. Implied slash Michael x Lincoln. Set post escape, but written long before the boys actually do escape.

I dunno what it is, but it ain't right.

Sometimes, I thought I saw something--like a look, you know? Indecent between men, but brothers? I dunno, maybe it's a brotherly bond thing, something I wouldn't know about. Crazy white boys growing up with only each other, bound to be close, right?

But what I seen now, I ain't so sure. They're serious bout each other, like, you know, feral in their protectiveness and affection. Even under stress, even when escaping, I saw it. The too, I dunno, intimate looks. And if you let on that you saw it, if you looked surprised, they were almost mad. Like it was nobody's business, especially not when we had bigger things to worry about. But now, now that we're safe for a little bit, it's coming in full.

They're curled up into each other, Fish's back pressed against Burrow's chest--spooning, you know? He's got his arm wrapped around him, Fish holding it to his chest. Burrow's even got his face tucked against his neck. There's this look on Fish's face I never seen before. He's still scowling, but he looks, I dunno, younger maybe, like he's not so in control. I don't know if they're really asleep--I think they're both too protective to be off alert just yet--but they look content, almost peaceful even.

I just don't know.