Pig jumped at the sound, looking startled, pulling the uniform's jacket off of his head.
"Jesus, Tilly," he began, laughter nervous, but faded away immediately. He knew that look. he knew that look because he'd seen it on himself when he lost Runt, when he tried to talk to himself to get him to calm down. It didn't work and there was something weird in Tillman's eyes, something Pig didn't understand.
And that scared Pig. It scared Pig a lot.
"Alright like?" He asked, getting up. He knew the answer was no, but the smile was still on his face--something cautious. Hesitant. For once Pig wasn't sure what to do.
He approached the other with caution, hands out, not wanting the other to accidentally hurt him or something, like how tense he'd been when Pig had grabbed his hand.
Pig didn't say anything--he wanted to, but he knew he couldn't, and he cautiously brought a hand to the other's face, gently pressing his forehead to the other's, closing his eyes. It worked with Runt--it worked on Pig.
"Calm, boy. Calm." Trying to send all of his quiet thoughts, his little, peaceful moments as if the other could pick up on them.
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Date: 2012-02-24 07:40 pm (UTC)"Jesus, Tilly," he began, laughter nervous, but faded away immediately. He knew that look. he knew that look because he'd seen it on himself when he lost Runt, when he tried to talk to himself to get him to calm down. It didn't work and there was something weird in Tillman's eyes, something Pig didn't understand.
And that scared Pig. It scared Pig a lot.
"Alright like?" He asked, getting up. He knew the answer was no, but the smile was still on his face--something cautious. Hesitant. For once Pig wasn't sure what to do.
He approached the other with caution, hands out, not wanting the other to accidentally hurt him or something, like how tense he'd been when Pig had grabbed his hand.
Pig didn't say anything--he wanted to, but he knew he couldn't, and he cautiously brought a hand to the other's face, gently pressing his forehead to the other's, closing his eyes. It worked with Runt--it worked on Pig.
"Calm, boy. Calm." Trying to send all of his quiet thoughts, his little, peaceful moments as if the other could pick up on them.
"Calm," he repeated.