It's fine. Everything is fine, it just takes a moment. Carver swallows hard, telling himself not to be a bitch. To just take it. Survive it. But his hands are twitching as he undoes his belt and works his pants down, as he braces his hands against the sink and bends over.

He closes his eyes tight. "Won't fight," he whispers. It'll be over soon. It's like a test.