[ His thoughts keep bouncing, rattling through his skull like gunfire. It's hard to focus right up until it isn't anymore. He hates being blind, Carver thinks. He doesn't know how other people stand it. How much touch matters now. The weight of it all. Especially now, with how quiet Gold is.
One day they'll be enemies. But not just yet. Not here.
He draws back to kiss Gold on the jaw. A small gesture. Softer than he usually cares for. But then, this is all a little strange. ]
I'm not going to hurt you.
[ Said idly, even as Carver presses against him. ]
But I kept the razor. I think about that, sometimes.
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One day they'll be enemies. But not just yet. Not here.
He draws back to kiss Gold on the jaw. A small gesture. Softer than he usually cares for. But then, this is all a little strange. ]
I'm not going to hurt you.
[ Said idly, even as Carver presses against him. ]
But I kept the razor. I think about that, sometimes.