Carver feels like he's on the verge of crying for no goddamn reason. Hiding his face against Riley's chest, his skin crawling at the thought of being touched but unwilling to pull away. He doesn't want a doctor. He thinks he'll die if anyone tries to take his clothes off.
But he leans against Riley and he takes the MRE, eating listlessly. Riley holds him, stroking his hair.
"I don't need a doctor," Carver murmurs, almost pleading. "Nothing happened."
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Date: 2024-06-19 10:14 pm (UTC)But he leans against Riley and he takes the MRE, eating listlessly. Riley holds him, stroking his hair.
"I don't need a doctor," Carver murmurs, almost pleading. "Nothing happened."