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[amicustenebris]

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[fortitudosalutis]

[ Understatement, Carver thinks, and keeps his distance. He watches Gold and Gold watches him, the two of them staring at each other in the middle of the goddamn night. Both of them unable to settle, apparently. ]

I don’t sleep much.

[ There are reasons. He doesn’t feel like explaining he’s got a fun, fun case of PTSD and a thing about watching his corners. What would it get him, if he explained? ]

Guessing you don’t either.

[amicustenebris]

...Is that a preferred state of being or am I hearing that I should have tired you more?

[ That's a risk. He knows it is, but he also thought it the second he saw him coming out, and that has to mean something. ]

[fortitudosalutis]

[ Carver’s eyebrows go up. That’s bold, considering how careful Gold was earlier about laying down lines. About emphasizing the choice, and lack of obligation. ]

Nobody likes insomnia, Gold. It just happens.

[ Carver tips his head back. ]

Think you could? Tire me out?

[ A genuine question. What they did earlier was - heavy, maybe, in a way that Carver wasn’t expecting. But it didn’t wear him out. ]

[amicustenebris]

[ As far as he's concerned, no lines are crossed if that is something Carver wants. But given how they are both very precious about what specifics they each skirt and what they choose to be blunt about, that would have required Carver to outright say that was what he wanted. ]

If that is the aim.

[fortitudosalutis]

[ There’s a pause as Carver considers it. Before this place, he didn’t do casual sex. Hadn’t for years. He barely touched anyone at all. Just how it went. Necessity, the rules of survival. His family above all else - and they were family, no one he wanted like that. It would have ruined things, if he let himself want them like that.

It’s different here. And he cannot sleep.

Carver shrugs. A casual gesture, except for how his eyes never once leave Gold’s. ]

Then yeah. That’s the aim.

[amicustenebris]

[ Gold rises in a smooth motion and crosses toward the dining area and the master, pausing before he's out of sight to turn back and look at him. ]

Come along, then.

[fortitudosalutis]

[ That’s simple, then. Carver doesn’t dawdle or question. He just tips his head back and follows without a word. Curious to see what Gold does, what he considers a good way to tire someone out. ]