You guys were at the drive-in with the gang. Darry was too busy yelling at them to stop clowning around and causing trouble. The veins on his fists and arms look like there were about to pop. You decided to calm him down by holding his hand. He looked at you and softened up while intertwining his hand with yours.

“Thanks, I thought I was about to go berserk.” He spoke in a soft but stern tone while looking at the gang.