If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter 62

Bob sat in the driver's seat, and Caitlyn clambered into the passenger seat to his left. Bob took the parcel out from underneath his jumper and then turned to Caitlyn,

"Could you hold this for me?" he asked.

"Sure," Caitlyn replied, taking the parcel.

Bob pulled out of the drive-way of their house and began driving down the road, towards the graveyard.

Caitlyn read the label on the parcel, and felt her heart strings twinge. If she hadn't had promised not to get upset, she wouldn't have been tearing up over just the beautiful message he'd written for his son. It was both heart-warming and heart-breaking. Bob's love for his son was beautiful, but Bob's grief for his son was horrible. It was horribly unfair; neither Bob nor Gino deserved this fate, Caitlyn thought, it was cruel beyond words.

Fighting tearing up, Caitlyn instead 'awed' at the label, smiling pityingly. It was so sweet, but so sad too.

"What is it?" Bob asked, shooting Caitlyn a curious glance.

"What you wrote on the label. It's really touching," Caitlyn replied, her tone showing sensitivity.

Bob smiled half-heartedly, feeling a little sensitive himself. He chuckled, keeping his eyes strictly on the road. Honestly, Bob was afraid that if he made any more eye contact with Caitlyn, he would fall apart before they even reached the place.

"Bob?"

"Uh, huh?"

"Are you alright?" Caitlyn asked gently.

"What? Yes, I'm fine," Bob lied, offering another half-hearted smile, though still facing the road.

"Bob, look me in the eye and tell me that."

"I can't," Bob sighed, smirking a little at his own emotional-instability. He wasn't really sure why he found it funny.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Caitlyn asked again.

"Honest answer?" 

"Yes, honest answer, please."

"Honestly, no. I feel like I'm about to cry," Bob admitted.

"You can cry if you want to," Caitlyn said comfortingly.

"No, I can't. I'm driving. It'll be pretty ridiculous if I kill us both because I lost it," Bob chuckled.

"Good point," Caitlyn giggled, "But know that I'm here for you, right?"

"Thank you, Caitlyn. But please...don't, or I'm going to start blubbing like a three year old," Bob laughed. His laughter was shaky, but so far, he was still relatively okay.

"Okay," Caitlyn smiled pityingly down at her hands, certainly not wanting to make Bob cry.

"You know...This is the first time I've visited Gino...since the burial," Bob sighed.

"Is it? Wow... I still can't believe you managed that, Bob. It was really tough for me just to watch. I can't possibly imagine what it was like for you," Caitlyn said quietly.

"Y-yeah. The burial was...pretty hard," Bob said, his voice barley above a whisper.

"I'm really sorry, Caitlyn. But...Can we just be silent, just until we get there? I'm sorry, I'm just..." Bob asked, gripping the steering-wheel tightly.

"Yeah, of course. It's fine, Bob, there's no need to be sorry," Caitlyn replied.

"Thank you," Bob said quietly.