[ Been a lifetime since anyone treated him this carefully. Somehow, it doesn't feel condescending. Carver spares half a thought as to why as Gold pulls back, watching him in turn. Why this hasn't set his teeth on edge with its stillness when Carver tends to swing violently between bouts of manic tension whenever he's forced to slow down for more than a few minutes - pathologically incapable of settling within periods of idleness.
His mother got like that, he remembers. She had a tendency to disappear for days on end, even in the rare moments she was back from overseas.
He twitches. Stows that thought and tucks it back where it belongs, very far away. And then he begins unbuckling the straps that keep his hood in place. He sets it aside, not bothering to be coy about the knife he's hidden underneath.
Paranoia. Maybe. He embraces the world as it is, and begins shrugging out of his coat. Another, larger knife sheathed at his side. ]
You gonna take your clothes off?
[ An idle question. Not everyone does. Carver doesn't think he would have, unless they were in a bedroom. And it's been more than a lifetime since he's done that. ]
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His mother got like that, he remembers. She had a tendency to disappear for days on end, even in the rare moments she was back from overseas.
He twitches. Stows that thought and tucks it back where it belongs, very far away. And then he begins unbuckling the straps that keep his hood in place. He sets it aside, not bothering to be coy about the knife he's hidden underneath.
Paranoia. Maybe. He embraces the world as it is, and begins shrugging out of his coat. Another, larger knife sheathed at his side. ]
You gonna take your clothes off?
[ An idle question. Not everyone does. Carver doesn't think he would have, unless they were in a bedroom. And it's been more than a lifetime since he's done that. ]