[ Carver blinks, a little uncertain, but Gold's hand is gentle on his cheek and he presses into it without thinking. People don't touch him much. Why would they? ]
I'm not gonna break.
[ He doesn't flinch easily. He never has. And this feels good. ]
You don't have to be so careful.
[ Part of him wants that, though. The gentleness. But you don't ask for that. People start wondering, if you ask for that. ]
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I'm not gonna break.
[ He doesn't flinch easily. He never has. And this feels good. ]
You don't have to be so careful.
[ Part of him wants that, though. The gentleness. But you don't ask for that. People start wondering, if you ask for that. ]