[ His eyes flutter shut as Carver moves downward. He doesn't say much; he's not going out of his way to interject a lot the way Gold had -- who didn't tend to talk a LOT when he was driving but was very deliberate in his prompting.
Maybe it's that it's different, or it might just be Carver, but that's what makes it work. So when he's suddenly taken in, there's already a thrill that has hold of him; his initial gasp is soundless. One hand braces itself on the back of the couch, channeling some of his tension while the other smooths encouragingly back into Carver's hair.
He utters something, but whether it's in another language, his accent makes it too thick to parse, or it's utter nonsense? Lost to all that hear it. ]
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[ His eyes flutter shut as Carver moves downward. He doesn't say much; he's not going out of his way to interject a lot the way Gold had -- who didn't tend to talk a LOT when he was driving but was very deliberate in his prompting.
Maybe it's that it's different, or it might just be Carver, but that's what makes it work. So when he's suddenly taken in, there's already a thrill that has hold of him; his initial gasp is soundless. One hand braces itself on the back of the couch, channeling some of his tension while the other smooths encouragingly back into Carver's hair.
He utters something, but whether it's in another language, his accent makes it too thick to parse, or it's utter nonsense? Lost to all that hear it. ]