Carver doesn't say a word. He just drives. The gas tank is full. He takes them back home, driving until the blood dries. As his hands ache and he starts to shiver again. To feel cold, and uncertain. Shaky.
He almost gets them back before he has to pull over abruptly, before he crashes them into something and kills them both.
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Date: 2024-06-18 12:43 am (UTC)He almost gets them back before he has to pull over abruptly, before he crashes them into something and kills them both.
"I'm in shock," he explains distantly.