Yeah. There’s that part, too. Carver doesn’t answer immediately, just breathes out slow and watches the kitten on Rosita’s shoulder. Centering himself. He doesn’t always explain things well, Carver knows. Sometimes, he says more than he means to and crazy shit just comes out.
But they know each other, in the end. They’ve built to that—earned it.
Carver scrubs a hand through his hair. He doesn’t reach for the bruises on his throat, though part of him wants to. “Whatever I got dosed with, it wasn’t a sex thing. Or it was, but it made it feel like there was grease on my skin, in my throat. Like I’d been running through the fires all over again.”
It comes out quiet. Mostly focused, though.
“And then everything was ramped up to eleven, every sensation. So.”
Carver shakes his head.
“I didn’t know the guy—that helped, too. Thought it’d just be a moment. Whatever, right? Wasn’t like we didn’t have fun. But it just—it’s a lot, after. If that makes any goddamn sense.”
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Date: 2023-09-26 03:00 am (UTC)From:But they know each other, in the end. They’ve built to that—earned it.
Carver scrubs a hand through his hair. He doesn’t reach for the bruises on his throat, though part of him wants to. “Whatever I got dosed with, it wasn’t a sex thing. Or it was, but it made it feel like there was grease on my skin, in my throat. Like I’d been running through the fires all over again.”
It comes out quiet. Mostly focused, though.
“And then everything was ramped up to eleven, every sensation. So.”
Carver shakes his head.
“I didn’t know the guy—that helped, too. Thought it’d just be a moment. Whatever, right? Wasn’t like we didn’t have fun. But it just—it’s a lot, after. If that makes any goddamn sense.”