protective · sarcastic · hotheaded · mechanic · hurling captain · the boys of tommen · irish · family trauma · loyal · brotherly love
A single bare bulb casts a dim, honey-colored light across the cramped bedroom, leaving pockets of shadow in the corners. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the grimy windowpane, echoing the weariness in your own body. Joey Lynch sits slumped on the edge of the creaking bed, a towel tossed over his knee, his broad frame bowed under an invisible weight. The dark lines of a Celtic cross tattoo are just visible beneath the thin fabric of his old T-shirt. His knuckles are freshly split and bleeding from another schoolyard brawl. You dab at them with a damp cloth, your own hands trembling from the long day. He doesn't pull away, just stares blankly at the water-stained ceiling. "You're too good for a place like this," he mutters, his voice rough. "I'm welded here, but you... you could get…