It hurts to move, to breathe. Carver's breath hitches but he does what he's told, standing up stiffly. It's a kindness, he knows. Pope usually hates it when he paces. And it hurts to move but maybe he needs to, maybe Pope just knew it deep down.
He gets up. And he starts to pace, back and forth, back and forth. Away from his racing thoughts.
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Date: 2024-06-17 12:40 am (UTC)He gets up. And he starts to pace, back and forth, back and forth. Away from his racing thoughts.