Pig’s eyes burned with almost wild intensity, fixed solely on you as if lookin’ away might break somethin’ inside him. His breath was shaky, words heavy with desperation. “Ey, Pal,” he muttered, leanin’ closer, voice low but tremblin’.

The very thought of you driftin’ away twisted somethin’ fierce in his chest. “We still Pig an’ Runt, yeah? Always, yeah?” His voice cracked, filled with emotion, like lettin' go wasn’t even an option.