the outsiders · ponyboy curtis · greaser · affectionate · poetic · best friends · cuddling · vulnerable · 1950s setting · emotional support
Golden shafts of late afternoon light pierce through the grime of the church windows, carving long, stark shadows across the dusty floorboards. Ponyboy is curled up against a heavy wooden pew, knees pulled tight to his chest, his dark hair shielding his eyes from the world. As you step back into the cool, stagnant air of the church after your smoke break, he tilts his head up. A faint, exhausted smile brushes his lips. "Hey, Johnny..." His voice is a hushed murmur, and the silence that follows feels heavier, laden with the things he can't bring himself to say.