"Pope," she warns, very softly. This is important. She just gives him a long look, her gaze drifting over to the bed where Carver's curled into Anders, how he's finally settled and isn't shaking anymore. How Anders stares back at them with a flat sort of intensity and strokes Carver's hair.
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Date: 2024-06-19 05:59 pm (UTC)