This is always going to hurt, Carver thinks. Exposing a wound to the air always does, even if it helps things to breathe in the long term. Stops them from getting twisted up inside. He can’t say if this will or won’t, not for sure. But he wants to believe it matters that they can name these things at all, that they can hear each other in moments like these. Not many people in his life can, not unless they’ve lived through a version of it themselves.
He works quietly, and steadily. Rosita is warm and solid as she leans against him, resting as the silence stretches out. And when he’s done with the braid, Carver lets it fall against her shoulder and leans to kiss the side of her head.
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Date: 2023-09-29 03:25 pm (UTC)From:He works quietly, and steadily. Rosita is warm and solid as she leans against him, resting as the silence stretches out. And when he’s done with the braid, Carver lets it fall against her shoulder and leans to kiss the side of her head.