[ Hmm. Carver notes the gesture, and all the things it might or might not say. Something to think about later. He doesn’t dig into it.
Might, one day. But right now he’s tired and had enough of an endorphin rush - the thrill of it since faded - that he might actually be able to manage some sleep. Maybe not for long, but an hour or two - that’d be nice.
Might even happen.
Carver gives Gold one last nod and then turns, heading back. He doesn’t take his boots or any of his layers off once he’s inside, and keeps a knife close at hand.
Old habit at this point, written all the way down in his DNA. Some things you just don’t shake. He curls onto his side, and he faces the door, and he closes his eyes.
Maybe he’ll manage a few hours. Wouldn’t that be something? ]
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Might, one day. But right now he’s tired and had enough of an endorphin rush - the thrill of it since faded - that he might actually be able to manage some sleep. Maybe not for long, but an hour or two - that’d be nice.
Might even happen.
Carver gives Gold one last nod and then turns, heading back. He doesn’t take his boots or any of his layers off once he’s inside, and keeps a knife close at hand.
Old habit at this point, written all the way down in his DNA. Some things you just don’t shake. He curls onto his side, and he faces the door, and he closes his eyes.
Maybe he’ll manage a few hours. Wouldn’t that be something? ]