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Please Evelyn, think about this. That boy is a danger to himself and everyone around him. I hate to say it, I really do, but he's not gonna change. He's far too scarred to even begin to comprehend real emotions...
He liked being that guy. The one that everyone was afraid of. At first it had been by accident, things he couldn't contol, then it became his survival. He knew he was fucked up, had a short temper, all that shit people deemed oh so fucking bad, but it had worked for him more times than he could count. Sure he'd gotten in some shitty fights, made more than a few enemies, and kept some very shady people away from him and his family. And that was all that mattered.
He could feel. He was just careful about who he felt something for. He hadn't had that choice with Jack. The skinny kid with the blonde hair and frightened eyes had managed to creep under his defences without even knowing what he was doing, and soon he spent a lot of nights sitting silently with his back against the new kid's bedroom door, wondering if he was ever gonna tell him what had been done to him to make him so fucking terrified.
Then it was movies, hockey, burnt dinner, smiles, fights, laughter, a burnt treehouse, more burned dinners... He loved it all.
It was almost funny how one person person can change another like that. How one person can need another so much. He knew Jack depended on him to fix things, to take of all that could need taken care of. And he counted on Jack to be there. To not go to far, to not kill himself during one of those times when everything was just that little bit too much.
He hated those times.
He'd never told Jack, and he never would, but he knew he'd changed him for the made him want to try. He loved how he looked up to him, counted on him to be strong.
Jack had no idea that all that was because of him, because he'd seen things in him that he didn't know was there. He'd seen something in him that made him trust him, and Bobby wanted more than anything to live up to that.