Oh, Carver thinks, staring at the cream. He wants to set it back down on the sink but he forces himself not to. That's as good as flinching right now. Maybe worse. He swings hard between wanting to be alone and score his skin off with his nails and wanting so desperately to be held, to listen to someone else's breathing and take their steadiness for his own. He wants to heal and he wants to disappear in the same breath.
He swallows hard. "I -"
Don't be a bitch, he thinks. Don't make it worse, don't be weak.
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Date: 2024-06-20 12:03 pm (UTC)He swallows hard. "I -"
Don't be a bitch, he thinks. Don't make it worse, don't be weak.
"Can you help me?" he asks, very quietly.