"Leave it, Pig. It's my fault," Tillman muttered gruffly. His expression was grim, projecting a glare at the world that was meant for himself. He wondered if Pig would have said anything or just froze to death. Without thinking about it, he set a hand on the top of Pig's head for a few seconds, reassuring himself that he was still there.
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Date: 2012-02-23 02:02 am (UTC)