[ Carver’s eyebrows go up. That’s bold, considering how careful Gold was earlier about laying down lines. About emphasizing the choice, and lack of obligation. ]
Nobody likes insomnia, Gold. It just happens.
[ Carver tips his head back. ]
Think you could? Tire me out?
[ A genuine question. What they did earlier was - heavy, maybe, in a way that Carver wasn’t expecting. But it didn’t wear him out. ]
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Nobody likes insomnia, Gold. It just happens.
[ Carver tips his head back. ]
Think you could? Tire me out?
[ A genuine question. What they did earlier was - heavy, maybe, in a way that Carver wasn’t expecting. But it didn’t wear him out. ]