[ Carver hums a little, leaning back on the bed. Braced easily on his hands. It's a casual gesture, much more casual than he feels. But this is happening, one choice following the next, and he likes the way that Gold looks at him. ]
Like I said. You won't force me.
[ That's not why he came here. He reaches out to catch Gold's wrist, pressing his thumb against the pulse-point. An easy hold to break, if it comes to that. But it feels good just to touch another person. ]
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Like I said. You won't force me.
[ That's not why he came here. He reaches out to catch Gold's wrist, pressing his thumb against the pulse-point. An easy hold to break, if it comes to that. But it feels good just to touch another person. ]
I'll tell you if I don't want something.