[ As they move, he takes in their surroundings and sticks close to Carver. He still wants to know who had hurt him and maybe why, but they don't usually talk about those things. They don't really talk about much these days. It's a blind spot, and logically, he knows that.
But he hasn't been thinking clearly for a while. ]
How long do we have?
[ He wonders if Carver has anywhere else to be after this. ]
[ His expression thins for a moment, trying to take in everything he says and everything he doesn't. And maybe it's impulsive, stopping Carver with a gentle pull of his hand before pushing into his personal space and curling an arm around him. ]
It never feels long enough.
[ His words are soft, leaning in to kiss him and uncaring that someone might see them. ]
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[ He inclines his head slightly. ]
This way.
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But he hasn't been thinking clearly for a while. ]
How long do we have?
[ He wonders if Carver has anywhere else to be after this. ]
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[ Itโs a melancholy thing to realize, now. He meets Larusโs eyes. ]
So, as long as you want.
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It never feels long enough.
[ His words are soft, leaning in to kiss him and uncaring that someone might see them. ]