Oh, Carver thinks, and he doesn't answer immediately. He finishes the fruit and stares at the plate, trying to focus. To remember what it feels like to be focused.
"Okay," he says finally. Quiet, just like before. "Vanessa has her own place. She stays there sometimes. I'll talk to her."
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Date: 2023-10-11 01:49 am (UTC)From:"Okay," he says finally. Quiet, just like before. "Vanessa has her own place. She stays there sometimes. I'll talk to her."
Figure something out.