A hint of a bitter smile touched at Tillman's lips. A knight. As if he could be so noble.
Tillman carefully closed one shaking hand around the little metal discs. They were still cold from resting on top of a layer of leather and it was strange. He couldn't remember the last time that he had traced the letters with his thumb without them being warmed with his body heat.
He could not guess why Pig would want to wear his tags or how getting shot at in the desert made him a knight, but then, not being able to figure the kid was part of the reason that he could hold Tillman's focus.
He caught the collar of Pig's shirt with his finger and slipped the dog tags in the opening he made. They jingled and he patted Pig's chest to silence them.
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Date: 2012-02-25 05:05 am (UTC)Tillman carefully closed one shaking hand around the little metal discs. They were still cold from resting on top of a layer of leather and it was strange. He couldn't remember the last time that he had traced the letters with his thumb without them being warmed with his body heat.
He could not guess why Pig would want to wear his tags or how getting shot at in the desert made him a knight, but then, not being able to figure the kid was part of the reason that he could hold Tillman's focus.
He caught the collar of Pig's shirt with his finger and slipped the dog tags in the opening he made. They jingled and he patted Pig's chest to silence them.