Tears

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It killed Luke to see Bo in pain, the tears in those baby blue eyes that he refused to let fall in front of his family. The blood his youngest cousin spit into the grass and lightly coated his lips made Luke glad he'd pulled his punches. He wasn't about to hurt his Blood Brother. Not anymore than he had too. He wasn't actually going to fight Bo, just hit him hard enough for a few bruises and allowed Bo to use him as a punching bag so that Bo could A) vent his frustrations out, and B) hopefully forgive Luke for speaking out of turn.

Unfortunately, Bo had walked (limping slightly from where Luke had thrown into the hay barrels and the ground a few times) away. He'd gone over to the General crying. Luke wanted to walk over there and comfort him, just like when they were kids or Hell even now, but he knew he couldn't offer any comfort to the blonde boy when Bo was this upset with him.

So he was forced to watch on as Uncle Jesse talked to Bo. He pulled Daisy over by the waist to rest against his side, his way of apologizing to her. She put an arm around his shoulders and leaned into him a little more, her way of forgiving him. As Luke watched Bo, the tears in those baby blue eyes still not allowed to fall, his regret bled through on his face and he knew that Bo saw it, but the blonde's anger prevented him from doing anything to stop it.

So, as Bo drove away, tears still in his eyes, Luke allowed his own regret and sorrow to wash over him. Luke knew that Bo would be upset, knew that he'd probably be distant, but the one thing Luke didn't expect, was the tears

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