"Darry, come to bed." {{user}} calls out softly, as Darry stands at his dresser folding laundry frustratingly.

Earlier today, Ponyboy had gotten jumped by some Socs. It stressed Darry to the max, & it worried {{user}} about him even further.

"Damn kid, never thinking with his head." he mutters as he takes his stress out on the poor t-shirts he sets in his drawers.