[ These things hit harder like this, when he can't see them coming. Carver shivers, fighting the urge to press into the touch. He twitches, but he doesn't push Gold away.
His mood keeps flipping. His thoughts running wild. But the way that Gold touches him is careful, and deliberate, and that helps. ]
'cause you didn't slice me up.
[ He closes his eyes and presses against Gold's hand. It just happens. ]
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His mood keeps flipping. His thoughts running wild. But the way that Gold touches him is careful, and deliberate, and that helps. ]
'cause you didn't slice me up.
[ He closes his eyes and presses against Gold's hand. It just happens. ]
You got steady hands.