A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it's been so long...life kind of really gets in the way sometimes! Hope you like this chapter, I promise to attempt to get the next one up sooner!

"I'm not seeing any additional swelling, but you should take it easy for a few days, got it?" Hank said as he looked at Tucker's knee again on a couch in Libby's expansive summer home.

"Got it," Tucker said. "Thanks Hank."

"Anything for you, Goose."

"Hank, can I get you anything? Water, lemonade, organic blueberry juice?" Libby asked.

"Organic blueberry juice would be great, Libby," Hank said with a laugh.

"You'll love it. None of those added sugars or chemicals," Libby said. "I'll be right back."

The two watched her go. "She's such a worrier," Tucker said.

"She was right tonight, Goose," Hank said seriously. "You could have been really hurt."

"But I wasn't. It wasn't a big deal."

"It was a big deal, Tucker. Anytime anyone puts you in physical danger, it's a big deal. Your father was out of control tonight. You should not have been hurt. And when you were hurt, you should have called me immediately."

"But my dad-"

"Tucker, listen to me," Hank said firmly. "Your safety is more important than your dad's feelings."

Tucker looked down at his shoes. "I know," he said quietly.

"Good."

"He was really angry tonight," Tucker told him after a moment. "I've never seen him that mad before."

"That's the pills and alcohol talking, Tucker."

"I shouldn't have made such a big deal."

"Tucker," Hank put a hand on his shoulder, "what happened tonight was not your fault. Your dad had no right to treat you that way. He's an adult, he should know better. Do not go blaming yourself for this."

"It's just, he's my dad, you know?" Tucker searched Hank's face for understanding.

"I know," Hank said sincerely. "Have you talked to Libby about any of this?"

"Some of it. She knows my dad has a problem. But I don't think either of us knew how bad it was getting."

"I don't want to tell you what to do, but it might help to talk about some of this. Either to me, or to Libby, even a counselor."

Tucker was already shaking his head. "Bryants don't talk about their issues. We don't take help from anybody."

"Did you ever think maybe that's part of the problem?"

Libby returned then, organic juice in hand. "Here you go Hank. Taste the organic goodness."

"Thanks, Libby," Hank said with a smile.

He took a sip. "That's good."

"Don't get her started, she'll have you here all night talking about food co-ops," Tucker said, squeezing his girlfriend's hand.

"Well then I guess I'd better be going. Get some sleep you two. I'll be by in the morning, Goose. Think about what I said."

"I will. Thanks, Hank."

Libby showed him out and then returned to her boyfriend. "Does it still hurt?" she asked worriedly.

"Only when I move it," Tucker said. "At least the swelling's going down."

Libby looked at him. "Are you okay?"

Tucker snorted. "You sound like, Hank."

"Don't laugh," Libby said as she curled up next to him on the couch. "I'm serious. This should not have happened tonight, Tucker."

Tucker sighed. "I never thought it would get this bad. He was totally out of it Libby. I mean, that's not my dad. Not the dad I grew up with. Not the dad I had before…before my mom died."

Libby cuddled closer. "He needs help, Tucker. It's only going to get worse. Your dad, is dangerous."

"He didn't push me down the stairs, Libby."

"He might as well have! Tucker, he's hurting you. I know you don't want to admit it, but it's true. And I just…I can't stand to see you like this."

She started toying with a button on his shirt. "What do you want me to do?" Tucker asked softly.

"I think you should leave. You can stay here. Just let him ruin his own life. Don't let him ruin yours too."

"Libby."

She looked up at him. "Libby, he's my dad. I can't just let him destroy everything," he paused. "Even if it hurts."

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