[ Thing is, none of this feels casual to Carver. Before he got thrown into this place, he hadn’t been with anyone in years. Sometimes he’d lie down next to Fisher or Shaw in the dark, or reach out to clap his hand to their shoulder, hold them when they were injured, but the rest -
That died when the world fell. He had someone once, more than a decade ago, and that was good and real but he fucked it up. Chose his family, like how he always chooses his family. And then this place happened.
no subject
That died when the world fell. He had someone once, more than a decade ago, and that was good and real but he fucked it up. Chose his family, like how he always chooses his family. And then this place happened.
Carver tips his head back. ]
No one forces me.
[ No one. ]
You wouldn’t be taking anything from me.