TIME WARP: Prison Break [closed]

[Ethan White]

And then Crybaby started to cry for real. That just threw the fourteen year-old’s world off. Way off.

At first he thought it was because he went with the teasing too far. Ethan just didn’t know how to approach the little boy, with his quick wits and cute smile, that he figured calling him names (which he believes were as harmless as an ant bite) would allow them to grow closer together. Or at least make the boy feel more comfortable with him. He never expected that they’d really get through the boy’s head and make him cry like that.

Panic was written all over the fourteen year-old’s face, nervously looking around and smiling weakly at the eyes that suddenly looked at them. He quickly stood from his seat and instinctively wrapped his arms around the boy, his hands gently patting the boy’s shoulders. “Hey, hey Chickenface, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you names.” It just occurred to him that he hasn’t gotten the boy’s name just yet. He could worry about it later though. “You’re a man now right? You don’t want people thinking you’re a baby, don’t you?”

He placed his head on young Braxton’s shoulders, just like how he does when he tries to calm Chris or Brea down, only with a bit more tenderness this time around. “Here,” he said, handing the crying boy a napkin, “Your nose is running. Wouldn’t want to get booger on your food. It’ll ruin these wonderful muffins, I tell you that.”

Bumping the boy’s hips so he can seat on the same chair, he promptly grabbed one of the muffins and began munching on it. All this teasing and running around and comforting has made him hungry. “Where’d you live anyway? Burlington? Essex? Williston?”

[Braxton Carson]

"I'm not crying!" Braxton said in between crying, which undoubtedly was not convincing at all.

Having the other boy's arms wrapped around him made Brax feel a little warm. Sawyer used to do just the same and it was quite great. It made him feel protected, and as much as he was trying to deny he needed someone to protect him, he did. But it wasn't the being protected feeling at all what made him feel comfortable, it was rather the feeling of having someone that was there for him. He was a kid, one accustomed to having a "big" sister always next to him. In all honesty, several years later when he and Ethan met each other and finally became friends, Brax were still a kid, one that needed that same comfortableness of knowing there was someone there for him, a role Ethan was fulfilling and with honors. As much as thirteen years old Brax needed Ethan at that particular moment, Brax will still need him in the future.

Having the napkin offered, Braxton promptly rejected it and instead cleaned his nose with the back of his hand, which he subsequently cleaned in his jeans. The booger comment only won a silent look from the thirteen-years old, who still was pretty convinced he was not crying. With his eyes still wet, he reached and grabbed one of the muffins while looking at it as the older boy asked more questions.

"Manhattan." His voice was almost breaking, but strong enough for it to be not too obvious, or so he attempted. He took a bite from the muffin. It was good, but he couldn't smile, could he? "They're good." He said as he took another bite. "Thanks."

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