[ Craver hums. Like before, he lets Gold take his hand. Guide him. He taps absently for a moment, then begins tracing out the lines of Gold's shoulder. Down to his collarbone, and then back.
It's slower than he cares for, than he wants right now, but it's something. ]
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It's slower than he cares for, than he wants right now, but it's something. ]
Then tell me.