Pig's hair looked like a cow had licked him straight up the side of his head, even though he'd actually showered the previous night. He had the crumpled blanket from the couch draped over his body like a robe, and blue eyes were half open when he entered the kitchen and leaned against the wall.

"Jus' nap," he mumbled. Granted, the nap lasted the entire night, but that was a minor detail.

Tillman looked like him, a little bit. Sitting at the table. Granted there was no chain smoking mother or little brother, but he had the same look in his eyes. Dead without a purpose.