I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you.
❝-— One time Jesse brought me this pair of acorns when we were kids. You know, the sort that get all fucked up when they're growin' and they shoot off two sprouts from one... whatever they're called? Real dumb shit. But she said they reminded her of us. Still got those motherfuckers in a lil' trinket box in my glove department. Baked 'em so they'd keep but, hell, it's been well over a decade. They're fallin' apart to shit, practically just fuckin' dust, but... still hangin' on to 'em. ❞ Thistle had glanced away at some point, vaguely distant in that way he got when he slipped off to the past.
He returned easily enough and didn't look much worse for wear, just smiled that crooked half, gap-toothed grin. ❝ Real wordy way of sayin' I'd appreciate it no matter how stupid y'thought it might be. Bit sentimental like that, I fear. ❞
