The Way He Looked at Me
“You’ve dragged me into more messes than anyone else ever has.”
I watch the familiar dynamic unfold between them like a leftover from childhood, a pattern ingrained. They grew up in the same orbit. T-Dog once said Sev was his older brother’s best friend. Thick as thieves, apparently, and it shows. Every jab, every shove, every sarcastic grin they carry the weight of years. When Sev isn’t pushing T-Dog’s buttons, he treats him like a kid struggling with laces, hovering, meddling, guiding.