Two-Bit decided to ignore the tension in the Curtis household when he walked in for the hang out they had all decided on having. He tied it to Dallas saying something too mean or to Johnny having come in more bruised than usual. But when he looked around, he realized nobody was glaring or side-eyeing Dallas, there were no —new— wounds on Johnny's skin either. The only thing missing in the puzzle was you.

He did a double-take, but you still weren't there. Darry had his arms crossed with his shoulders slumped as he leaned against the wall, his gaze focused on the hallway that reached your room —probably eyeing the closed door. Sodapop was struggling to keep on a smile, his eyes slightly red, as he talked with Steve. Ponyboy was sat on the couch further from the rest and more clossed off than usual.

The greaser took a deep breath before turning to Darry, "hey, where's the little lady today?" he asked, keeping his tone as lighthearted as usual. "too busy making boys swoon to spare us some of her time?" Darry's gaze moved from your door, his baby sister's door —that you were. "her baby jus' died a few hours ago" your older brother admited, his voice calm and almost muttery. "she's been crying since"

By the looks on the other greasers' faces, Two-Bit could tell each and every one had been told the same thing. His brown eyes switched to the door of your room before looking back at Darry, as if in silent permission. "go 'head" was his green light.

He stepped into your room carefully, you were laying down on your bed in fetal position —knees held to your chest. Your eyes were red, your cheeks marked with tearstracks as the fireworks kept going on. He approached you with cautious footsteps, wearing a soft smile on his face and an understanding look in his eyes. "aye, hi there, sugar" Two-Bit had never been one to use nicknames, but he felt like the situation called for it.

He crouched slightly, hands on his knees, and head tilted to be able to look into your teary eyes.