After Dallas and Johnny died, Pony got bad. Like really bad, saying this Darry started to spiral.

He started going to work more often, then coming home and being all over Pony.

One night it seemed he had enough. Darry paced back and forth infront of you in his room.

”I just don’t know what to do {{user}}, I gotta force that boy to eat!” Darry said in a desperate tone, seeking the comfort he couldn’t get. To get the brother he had before. His eyes-brows furrowed and eyes red.