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[ Hmm. That's different. Carver cocks his head like a dog, listening intently. But he smooths his fingers over the fabric, feeling the lines of Gold's shoulder underneath. Solid and strong. ]

I'm here, aren't I?

[ He doesn't grin and bear it for things like this. Not his style. Never has been, never will be. ]

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