[It shouldn't surprise him at this point, the depth of this kid's capacity for compassion. From making sure he followed his mother's draconian instructions, to treating a skeleton with some dignity, to worrying about the safety and security of that same stranger over himself.

It really shouldn't surprise him.

They were friends now, right?]

Hey, I didn't say I was giving it to you, did I? [He winks, voice equal parts teasing and warm.] You're borrowing it. I totally expect it back eventually. Just, y'know...

[He waves it slightly, skull canted just slightly to the side. It was strange to see it unfurled like this, carrying with it a thousand memories -- good and bad.]

I think my brother'd really want you to have it. He was really cool that way.

[It certainly wasn't doing anyone any good tucked away in his pocket, hidden like a fresh wound.]

C'mon. [He urges again, smiling a little broader.] Just for a little while.