[ Understatement, Carver thinks, and keeps his distance. He watches Gold and Gold watches him, the two of them staring at each other in the middle of the goddamn night. Both of them unable to settle, apparently. ]
I don’t sleep much.
[ There are reasons. He doesn’t feel like explaining he’s got a fun, fun case of PTSD and a thing about watching his corners. What would it get him, if he explained? ]
no subject
I don’t sleep much.
[ There are reasons. He doesn’t feel like explaining he’s got a fun, fun case of PTSD and a thing about watching his corners. What would it get him, if he explained? ]
Guessing you don’t either.