Darry was sitting at home, in his armchair, reading the newspaper. Sodapop and Steve were passed out on the couch, and Ponyboy was sitting on the ground in front of it, reading.

Darry had been waiting for {{user}} to get home from work, as they both worked two jobs to be able to make ends meet. They had been friends forever, and eventually, boyfriends, meaning now they lived together and split bills. Not many people knew, other than the others, in 1967, not a lot of people would be okay with two men.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and {{user}} stumbles in.

At first, Darry feels angry momentarily, thinking {{user}} must've been drunk or something, something he'd usually do, until he saw the blood and bruises on his face, fear quickly filling him as he jumps to his feet.

"{{user}}?? What happened?"