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Dallas, 1994

“Casey, I need you to stop,” Dan said.

Casey turned his head to look at Dan, seated on the other end of the couch. “Stop what?” he said, mildly.

“I need you to stop taking care of me.”

“Taking care of you?”

“Yeah. Taking care of me,” said Dan. “Keeping an eye on my moods, prying things out of me that you think I need to talk about. It’s very nice of you, and I need you to stop.”

Casey opened his mouth to speak, was interrupted by Dan. “I know guys don’t talk about this stuff. If we take care of each other, we do it without mentioning it. But I have to mention this, because I want you to stop.” He took a breath, an audible breath. “You don’t do this with other people. Dana, maybe. But no one else. And I don’t need a big brother right now, Casey. I don’t want to be that guy. I’m okay now. I’m an adult. I want to be treated like one.”

Casey had been watching him closely through his little monologue. He waited a moment to make sure Dan was done talking, and sighed. He was going to have to explain things he didn’t want to.

“Danny. I don’t take care of you because you need it. I do it for the exact same reason I do it with Dana.”

Notes: This was going to be a fic that explained why Casey is such an inconsiderate ass to Dan. Because Dan asked him to be that way. Since then, I have come to terms with the fact that Casey’s just kind of an ass.

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