Hands dropping away, I look at him, being careful to wipe everything from my face before he can see it. I reach out, lifting the tags, thumb brushing over the engraving. It's sweet... it's more than that, and I'm an asshole. I like Hobbes, and... oh, fuck, Eostre. Oh, fuck, suddenly I feel sorta sick.

The tags slip from my fingers, and I shift away, breathing out a sigh and looking just 'bout anywhere but him. "I should go."