"Allright like, Tilly." It was all he said for the rest of the ride, holding Tillman's hand tightly, a peaceful smile on his face.
He dozed off, then. Wrapped in the jacket and holding Tillman's hand, and even if it was upright in the car it was the best sleep he'd had since leaving Cork.
The grocery store was equally silent--save for blue eyes glaring at anything that looked at him and Tillman funny (what he deemed to be 'funny,' which was mostly everything). He tossed his desire things in the cart: not much, just a jug of milk, a thing of ready-made french fries, a 2 litre of milk and cap'n crunch. And every time he finished putting it in he wrapped the coat a little tighter around his shoulders, wearing it like a cape.
It's when they're at a red light that Pig scoots just a bit closer, tapping Tillman on the shoulder and waiting expectantly for the other to turn his head to look at him.
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Date: 2012-02-23 07:13 am (UTC)He dozed off, then. Wrapped in the jacket and holding Tillman's hand, and even if it was upright in the car it was the best sleep he'd had since leaving Cork.
The grocery store was equally silent--save for blue eyes glaring at anything that looked at him and Tillman funny (what he deemed to be 'funny,' which was mostly everything). He tossed his desire things in the cart: not much, just a jug of milk, a thing of ready-made french fries, a 2 litre of milk and cap'n crunch. And every time he finished putting it in he wrapped the coat a little tighter around his shoulders, wearing it like a cape.
It's when they're at a red light that Pig scoots just a bit closer, tapping Tillman on the shoulder and waiting expectantly for the other to turn his head to look at him.