It really had just started with a thought. He wanted to know if it was the same or not. He had a hard time focusing on things he didn't care about, but all he could care about now was if it was the same.
He'd only done it once before, though. The light was still red and after licking his lips he scooted closer to the other, faces inches apart.
"Pig and Runt no more," he explained, as if that meant the world to him--and it did. It genuinely did as he tilted his head upwards in the old, beat up jacket that was the colour of love, and lifted his lips to Tillman's.
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Date: 2012-02-23 07:59 am (UTC)He'd only done it once before, though. The light was still red and after licking his lips he scooted closer to the other, faces inches apart.
"Pig and Runt no more," he explained, as if that meant the world to him--and it did. It genuinely did as he tilted his head upwards in the old, beat up jacket that was the colour of love, and lifted his lips to Tillman's.