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[freedrinkplease]

Pig had been rooting around.

It was simple: Pig needed a sense of absolute security. That and a combination of boredom (honestly, American TV confused the shit out of him and there was only so much of Spongebob he could take), lead him to wander around the apartment, sleepwalking with his eyes wide open.

"Red White and Blue," he mumbled, clapping his hands together and rubbing them as he walked down the hallway to Tillman's bed. "The great unknown, Runt. The great unknown."

It's not quiet a smile, not quite a laugh but it's something, and he creeps tentatively in the room. There's nothing there, but his smile doesn't falter.

"See? Fulla gray so we can brighten it up. Make it our own little world, love. No need for goin' to the sea." The light, fluttering chuckle was there.

"No. No, no.... Noooo, not goin' into the FUCKING sea. We be stayin' here. Pig be waitin'. Jesus, Runt."

It takes him a few moments of just sitting on the bed to calm himself so he can stop repeating the word no over again, and he sits up abruptly to wipe his face on Tillman's jacket.

"Piggy actin' like a wee babbin," he reprimands himself, licking his lips. He's still shaking, but he refused to let it go, continuing to look around. "This be an adventure, Pig. With Tilly's brown. Tilly's brown, allright like?"

He licks his lips and opens the one door he hasn't done so yet, staring at the duffelbag with Tillman's name on it. Staring at it before he crouches down and pulls it closer, unzipping it gingerly.

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[slayer_not_player]

The job would have been over much quicker if he had not been forced to run to the store to pick up parts twice. Whoever had installed the sink to start with had taken some unique shortcuts that were less than ideal for the overall functionality of the unit. Honestly, he was surprised that Ms. Bluthe had not had more problems with it.

He liked working. He liked the single-minded focus that labor could instill in him. He liked getting his hands dirty while some kind of soft polka music drifted in from the next room.

Job complete, Tillman gently insisted that he really must be getting back to his apartment and yes, she could call him if she had any other problems and it was lovely to see her again. He felt as he stepped through the door. Content was good. Content would keep him from downing a few beers before going to meet his therapist.

He was surprised to find the couch and kitchen vacant and the bathroom door open. His hair stood on end, instincts and dread taking over as he padded down the hall to his bedroom. He listened to the shuffling and muttering inside before he heaved a little sigh of relief and made his way inside.

He froze at the sight of Pig with his duffel.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

Tilly?

That's not confusing in the slightest <3