Just something short from tonight's episode, nothing special.
Ethan always used his head.
Reason over violence, logic over anger and frustration.
He'd never been one to easily give in to anger and frustration and the like. He could hold his temper, he could manage his temper: his non-existent temper.
Cal was the one with the short fuse.
He lost his temper one time; he punched Cal.
He lost his temper a second time; he punched Cal.
He lost his temper a third time; he didn't punch Cal.
He didn't not though.
Cal had the nerve to call.
Twice.
So he answered, he listened, he put the phone down, and tried to forget what Cal had said, what he'd asked him to do.
But she could die if he didn't help.
But more importantly, Cal would be heart broken if he didn't help; if she died.
He was his safety net, he was his brother.
So he banged his fists against the locker.
Then made the decision to go.
He wasn't Cal's Safety Net for nothing.
He wasn't Cal's brother for nothing.
If he wasn't busy saving a life - Taylor's life - he could have punched Cal there and then.
He just wanted to help.
He just wanted his brother to be okay, to be alright, to be Cal - but without her.
He couldn't get through to Cal using his head; he never could.
He could get through to Cal when he fought on the elder's level.
He knew the only way was to use his fists, not his head.
He decided - well, a sudden one, when Cal hit the last straw.
He'd use his fists this time.
So he did.
I hope you liked it.