[ It comes out in a soft hiss, his head bowed. It shouldn't feel like this - too slow, maybe, to kill the ache with adrenaline. Nothing fumbling and rushed about this. No hand clamped over his mouth so the rotters won't hear. Carver isn't certain what he feels. Calm, in part - a rare thing, and one he's having trouble explaining. But shaky in other ways.
It's hard to focus. Gold's hands are steady, though, and it feels good. Maybe it can just feel good for a while.
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[ It comes out in a soft hiss, his head bowed. It shouldn't feel like this - too slow, maybe, to kill the ache with adrenaline. Nothing fumbling and rushed about this. No hand clamped over his mouth so the rotters won't hear. Carver isn't certain what he feels. Calm, in part - a rare thing, and one he's having trouble explaining. But shaky in other ways.
It's hard to focus. Gold's hands are steady, though, and it feels good. Maybe it can just feel good for a while.
He takes a breath. Holds it, then exhales. ]
Yes.