I cannot imagine how unpleasant the atmosphere must be at Becky's house, with all three home all of the time and no external shit to distract Becky. No Disney trips, no weekend trips to go see Broadway shows. Just endless Beckying all day and all night. What a miserable existence.
I'm sure you can imagine, she isn't all that hard to figure out.
I imagine it would be similar to living in a house that contains a literal explosive device that you aren't sure when it is going to go off. It's probably fake happiness with an air of tension, as the boys are just
waiting for the next fight - the next needless argument or the next needless drama.
There's probably good days and bad days, but the fear never really subsides. Any time she asks "Hey can you come here for a minute?" they're listening to her inflection, to see if there's trouble on the horizion or not. Some days she'll be really high and want to watch cartoons while cuddling - some days she'll be sobbing and threatening suicide over a LEGO set she wants and doesn't have. There will be no indication which "Becky" they're going to get or how much trouble there's going to be until it's too late.
The bomb is in the house (even before WuFlu) and it's going to go off. There's no real bonding happening - there's no real relaxing happening. Jackson and Daniel know it's a matter of time and that she isn't going to get better and she's going to slide deeper and deeper into madness.
Jackson is probably already reasonably numb to it all, but he probably has problems sleeping over it. He probably has a small flame left in his heart for her, trying to keep the memory going of the time before all of the shenanigans - when she was just a quirky/kinky theater girl who would sometimes actually smile instead of the "cuban/jewish/whatever man/woman/nonbinary loveless/sexless/whore/poly amorphous blob she's become".
Daniel is the newcomer and as a result is the least savvy. He (to me at least) clearly has doubts about this chick he, and apparently several other people, use to fuck at work. He clearly thought going into this poly thing that he would have a weird girlfriend that he wouldn't have to invest as much in - she's already got a husband and her own life. He
clearly was wrong as she proved to be 400% toxic to everything in his life - his work life (RIOT) and his personal life (by her branding him as a rapist, unironically). She's clearly enforced her will on nearly every aspect of his life (and Jackson's) to a point where she can fly in twitter strangers to fuck in the master bedroom while they both simpishly wait outside.
He might think that this is a phase, this is something that's going to pass and then he'll have "his" Becky back and that if he "weathers the storm" that things will eventually just go back to the way things were. He is clearly wrong as she's getting everything she wants out of them while giving them nothing in return.
The atmostphere is that of a spoiled child (Becky) playing at being Queen of the house - while her two
entirely broke husbands shamble through the days, shamble through thier shams of lives knowing that each day take them closer to the sweet release of a grave.
