The hand on his head made Pig blink, more confusion flickering through his face.

What was this? What was this really? Nothing mattered but him and Runt, nothing ever did, but the way he put a hand on his head, a simple gesture, he could already hear Runt's calm voice saying 'leave, Pig.'

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the nervous habit evident, and once he withdrew it Pig immediately snapped his wrist upwards to catch the other's hand in his own.

Maybe it would feel the same, too.