[ True to his word, Carver doesn't flinch or lash out. He can hear Gold's footsteps, his words. It's telegraphed enough to pass muster. But the way that Carver goes utterly - perfectly - still is probably telling on its own.
The blindfold isn't painful. It's just there. Like this is a choice they made. Like the razor.
He takes a breath. Lets it go with a hiss. ]
Okay.
[ Gingerly, he reaches out and curls his hand around Gold's shoulder. ]
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The blindfold isn't painful. It's just there. Like this is a choice they made. Like the razor.
He takes a breath. Lets it go with a hiss. ]
Okay.
[ Gingerly, he reaches out and curls his hand around Gold's shoulder. ]