He said to you once that he wears the medal because St. Christopher is the patron saint of thieves and travelers, his mouth tugging up to let you know that he loves the taste of the words. Your family is littered with both devout and recovering Catholics (Catholicism, like drug addiction and an obsession with baseball, being one of those things that can be treated but never fully cured), and you know that the travelers part is true enough, but the patron saint of thieves is St. Nicholas of Myra. You're not sure how he got this misconception stuck in his head, but it's not something that you'd be able to convince him of otherwise, because he loves the taste of it, it sounds so right to him.
And anyway, you don't really want to tell him. He is a thief, you've known this for years. He's stolen a mason's jar worth of spare change from you, your old high school batting glove with the hole at the thumb, your self-control and will power, two years of your issues of Sports Illustrated, half of every order of fries you've ever eaten in his company, and your ability to want anyone else, just to name a few.
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Date: 2016-04-06 07:59 pm (UTC)He said to you once that he wears the medal because St. Christopher is the patron saint of thieves and travelers, his mouth tugging up to let you know that he loves the taste of the words. Your family is littered with both devout and recovering Catholics (Catholicism, like drug addiction and an obsession with baseball, being one of those things that can be treated but never fully cured), and you know that the travelers part is true enough, but the patron saint of thieves is St. Nicholas of Myra. You're not sure how he got this misconception stuck in his head, but it's not something that you'd be able to convince him of otherwise, because he loves the taste of it, it sounds so right to him.
And anyway, you don't really want to tell him. He is a thief, you've known this for years. He's stolen a mason's jar worth of spare change from you, your old high school batting glove with the hole at the thumb, your self-control and will power, two years of your issues of Sports Illustrated, half of every order of fries you've ever eaten in his company, and your ability to want anyone else, just to name a few.