[ Got you, Carver thinks, viciously triumphant. Got you, I fucking got you. And Gold closes the distance between them. Comes to stand in front of him, close enough that Carver doesn't need to see to know where he is.
Carver bares his teeth in a wide grin. Part of him feels manic. ]
I knew you'd work up to it.
[ He sets the cane aside. And then he goes down onto his knees, because why the fuck not? He has a feeling it'll get Gold flustered. That feels a bit like winning, that thought. ]
I kept the razor, you know.
[ Conversational. The grin he flashes up at Gold is anything but, and neither is the hand he reaches out, uncertain a moment before he finds Gold's arm. An anchor point. ]
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Carver bares his teeth in a wide grin. Part of him feels manic. ]
I knew you'd work up to it.
[ He sets the cane aside. And then he goes down onto his knees, because why the fuck not? He has a feeling it'll get Gold flustered. That feels a bit like winning, that thought. ]
I kept the razor, you know.
[ Conversational. The grin he flashes up at Gold is anything but, and neither is the hand he reaches out, uncertain a moment before he finds Gold's arm. An anchor point. ]