Carver just nods against Pope's shoulder, too tired to argue. The hot water felt good, even though he's sure he's still filthy. But they can't stay here forever, it isn't practical.
It hurts to move. He does it anyway, lifting his head and blinking at Pope.
"You're all wet," he realizes, peering at Pope. "Your boots..."
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Date: 2024-06-10 12:29 am (UTC)It hurts to move. He does it anyway, lifting his head and blinking at Pope.
"You're all wet," he realizes, peering at Pope. "Your boots..."