[ Once both of his hands are free, Gold does not hesitate to use them. A memory of a different night, fingers brushing through Carver's hair, another brushing over his knee. ]
...I believe, that you asked me to tell you what I wanted, or for you to guess.
[ And he kind of wants him to. As though he were the blind one, hearing Carver speak seems to be what's carrying every rush right now. ]
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...I believe, that you asked me to tell you what I wanted, or for you to guess.
[ And he kind of wants him to. As though he were the blind one, hearing Carver speak seems to be what's carrying every rush right now. ]