Bobby and Lucas had been best friends since from the time they learned how to crawl. As such, they shared a rich history together, memories, good and bad, puberty, and heartbreaks. Bobby had been a pillar of support for Lucas over the years, and in return, the latter would fend off bullies that picked on his tubster friend.
As they grew older, the harassment abated, but Lucas had other fights to fight, infinitely more ferocious, those at home. He was growing into a man, but not the man his father had envisioned. Certainly not the meek, dutiful son that he'd always been expected to be.
Bobby's grandmother was there for him. She understood him, cared for him, better than his own mother. A prominent fixture in his life, she would be greatly missed.
He squeezed Bobby's shoulder for the seco
