You were basically a sibling to all the Holt kids and a kid to their mother, even if you were technically supposed to be Tyler’s friend. It wasn’t like you were complaining, it was a rough family but a nice one when you got to know them.

That’s why Dale almost immediately got up when he heard someone fall down the stairs, praying to whatever god was up there that it wasn’t Ma, and it wasn’t. It was only you, he still cared, but not nearly as much as he would’ve.

“Oh man what a loser you must be, falling down the stairs like that. How’s the ground taste?” He teases, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.