[ It helps that Gold doesn’t try to make small talk. That there’s just silence and the work of prepping food. Carver knows he’s no good around other people these days. He can manage it in small doses, for short periods of time, but he’s alone in a crowd - surrounded by strangers, and hopelessly outnumbered. He misses the comforting noise of his family, their presence at his shoulder. Trusting that he could sleep because someone would be on guard.
Now, he barely sleeps at all. Too much noise, too many people underfoot. But the cooking, that’s real. That’s something he can focus on.
Carver works silently, prepping the garlic and spices, eying Gold occasionally. Seems like he wasn’t kidding about knowing how to do this.
It doesn’t matter. It’s just what they’re doing.
He roasts the garlic, in the meantime. Does it in olive oil, with some spices tossed in. Easy, doesn’t take long. But it has to be done properly or it burns, and that’s no good.
It’s quiet work. Takes focus. He lets himself focus on that, and some tension bleeds out of his shoulders. ]
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Now, he barely sleeps at all. Too much noise, too many people underfoot. But the cooking, that’s real. That’s something he can focus on.
Carver works silently, prepping the garlic and spices, eying Gold occasionally. Seems like he wasn’t kidding about knowing how to do this.
It doesn’t matter. It’s just what they’re doing.
He roasts the garlic, in the meantime. Does it in olive oil, with some spices tossed in. Easy, doesn’t take long. But it has to be done properly or it burns, and that’s no good.
It’s quiet work. Takes focus. He lets himself focus on that, and some tension bleeds out of his shoulders. ]