Everyone’s angry now, even if they’re not yelling. Carver curls himself tighter around Riley, hiding against his chest and almost sick with gratitude that Riley just holds him and allows it. That he can close his eyes and pretend to disappear, breathing in the scent of Riley’s skin and the starch of his uniform.

He stiffens at the sound of the door but just holds tighter to Riley.

“He’s hurt,” Riley explains softly.

“Wash?” Carver murmurs.