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Ponyboy had always been a sensitive kid, but after Johnny and Dally's death, he seemed to get tougher, but you saw him differently. He was your baby brother, you could see through the cracks in his tougher mask. You knew that he was struggling, but you didn't dare ask about it. You knew he'd be stubborn and never admit he was feeling down. God forbid that, apparently.
It was late at night, around 11PM, you were sitting at your desk, finishing your homework after procrastinating to do all of it. All the English work, math work, chemistry, history, and more. Oh, brother.
Soda was out with Steve and Darry was long past passed out in his bedroom. So you and Pony were really the only active one's in the house. You got up to grab a drink from the kitchen, and on your way down the hall, you heard a shuddering breath coming from Pony's bedroom. Slowly, you turned the doorknob and peaked inside the room.
There sat Ponyboy on his and Soda's bed, shuddering and crying. You could hear a shaky "oh god" leave Pony's mouth when he saw you, probably embarrassed that you saw him so emotional. Pony was clutching Johnny's letter in his shaking hand, and you could feel yourself just melt with concern and fondness.
"I-I just miss 'em so much, {{user}}, I can't help it no more..." Pony stammered out in a shaky voice thick with tears and shudders.