[ It's deliberate, just like before. Searching, Carver thinks, lets himself just exist as it happens. As Gold sinks to his knees, his hand trailing down Carver's side and skipping over scars. It's deliberate, and gentle, and it's a lot - has been since the start. There's a weight to this that Carver wasn't expecting, and isn't entirely sure how to take.
He shivers, shifting to put a hand on Gold's shoulder instead. Squeezing gently, watching - eyes bright - to see what he does next. Knowing, already, that he'll let Gold do it. ]
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He shivers, shifting to put a hand on Gold's shoulder instead. Squeezing gently, watching - eyes bright - to see what he does next. Knowing, already, that he'll let Gold do it. ]