Five minutes later, Tillman led Pig out of the apartment and back into the bleak, icy streets. His Jeep was a dented bucket of rust that still ran like it was new. When he had bought it in the summer, it had only come with a rag-top. When the cooler months had rolled around, he had been first surprised by his lack of forethought in preparing to winterize it, and second, overcome by apathy over the matter. The cold didn't bother him, even when his fingers refused to uncurl from the steering wheel.
The engine roared to life and he checked to make sure Pig was settled before pulling out into the street.
"Buckle your seat belt," he prompted instinctively. His little brother had always required reminding. It was strange that he remembered now-- he hadn't driven his brother anywhere since they were kids.
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Date: 2012-02-22 11:51 pm (UTC)The engine roared to life and he checked to make sure Pig was settled before pulling out into the street.
"Buckle your seat belt," he prompted instinctively. His little brother had always required reminding. It was strange that he remembered now-- he hadn't driven his brother anywhere since they were kids.