[ Even over the folds of his shirt, it's very clear this is probably more contact than he's accustomed to having with other people. On his other hand his fingers mirror Carver's, tracing the lines of an arm quite unlike his own and following where the softest twitches of nerve and shapeliness of defined muscle carry him.
They're close in a way that he just wasn't around others, a way that he had not managed to feel out yet, not since getting here, and everything about it made it important to prolong a little. The warmth of him, the scent, just the very stable presence he created. And maybe part of him sensed there had been something very similar missing for Carver, too, a hole filled. ]
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They're close in a way that he just wasn't around others, a way that he had not managed to feel out yet, not since getting here, and everything about it made it important to prolong a little. The warmth of him, the scent, just the very stable presence he created. And maybe part of him sensed there had been something very similar missing for Carver, too, a hole filled. ]
...Yes.