[ He's calm. Things feel fine like this for now, alone with Carver in a place no one else can get to without Larus hearing it first. But those touches don't seem like enough, anchored there against Carver's warmth as he thinks about pulling away and leaving him. Or turning his head just enough to get his mouth on his throat, sink his teeth in and —
Larus doesn't move beyond the slightest nod.
And there's really no answer he can give Carver that would satisfy them both either. ]
We should find somewhere else when we're done here.
[ Carver just presses their foreheads together, closing his eyes as he nods. They’re beyond pretending this is just a coincidence, not with how often they collide. Not with how many times they’ve sought each other out.
This is happening now. That’s all there is to it. ]
[ There are words he could say that would end this back and forth, leave them less confused and label what it is they are, but Larus doesn't have the patience for it right now, sinking into the contact without a word for several lengthy seconds. And even when he decides to pull away, fingertips gently resting against the curve of Carver's cheek, it's still there on the tip of his tongue. ]
I trust you.
[ Like he might have forgotten that since the last time he's said it. ]
[ This part, at least, is simple. Carver watches Larus and nods just once before he shrugs his coat off and folds it before laying it down. He’s started carrying medical gear around, tucking it into his many pockets. And so he has what he needs, and matter-of-factly begins pulling out tubing and a needle. It’s not the first time he’s done this, not even the first time with Larus. ]
I did this for one of my sisters a long time ago. She was bleeding out, but we had the same blood type.
[ It comes out soft. He ties a band around his arm, slapping the vein to make it pop. ]
Both our corpsmen were dead by then. We didn’t know how to save her.
[ He presses the needle in, watching blood bloom, and motions for Larus to grab the tubing. ]
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Larus doesn't move beyond the slightest nod.
And there's really no answer he can give Carver that would satisfy them both either. ]
We should find somewhere else when we're done here.
[ Somewhere that can actually be theirs. ]
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This is happening now. That’s all there is to it. ]
We can. We will.
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I trust you.
[ Like he might have forgotten that since the last time he's said it. ]
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Good. You know I do, too.
[ Something settles in him at that. ]
C’mon. Sit.
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There's something he should do about this, and yet, all he does is quietly wait. ]
Not much, [ he reminds him eventually, not wanting to test his limits. ]
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I did this for one of my sisters a long time ago. She was bleeding out, but we had the same blood type.
[ It comes out soft. He ties a band around his arm, slapping the vein to make it pop. ]
Both our corpsmen were dead by then. We didn’t know how to save her.
[ He presses the needle in, watching blood bloom, and motions for Larus to grab the tubing. ]
C’mon. Let me.