[ Gold just keeps on petting his hair, letting Carver slump against him, and it just -
Happens.
His breathing steadies, eventually. He doesn't ask if he can stay. Asking would mean getting an answer and that would cross too many lines. But he breathes, and he presses against Gold, and for a little while, things go quiet.
Carver doesn't touch people much these days. Has no cause to. He has a feeling Gold doesn't, either.
Eventually, he lifts his head. Watches Gold, and doesn't say a word. What is there to say, at this point? ]
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Happens.
His breathing steadies, eventually. He doesn't ask if he can stay. Asking would mean getting an answer and that would cross too many lines. But he breathes, and he presses against Gold, and for a little while, things go quiet.
Carver doesn't touch people much these days. Has no cause to. He has a feeling Gold doesn't, either.
Eventually, he lifts his head. Watches Gold, and doesn't say a word. What is there to say, at this point? ]