[ There's no fight. Not even any yelling. The moment just ends. Carver takes one breath, then another. He gets his breathing back under control. He unplugs the coffee machine and washes the mugs. Then he resets the traps.
Work is good. Work means you don't have to think. And so he doesn't for a while. He goes through the motions and he doesn't sleep and he doesn't let himself drift back to his ghosts.
It can't go on like that forever, though. That's a weakness, and therefore a sin.
Three days later, he shows up at the library carrying a few boxes of the tea Harold picked. Carver doesn't know if Harold actually likes that kind or just picked it at random; maybe it doesn't matter. The thought of having choice with something like that feels so strange to Carver. It's been years since he's tasted coffee, real coffee.
He moves silently. He didn't message to see if Harold was there or not, but he'll hang around for a while just to make sure. ]
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Work is good. Work means you don't have to think. And so he doesn't for a while. He goes through the motions and he doesn't sleep and he doesn't let himself drift back to his ghosts.
It can't go on like that forever, though. That's a weakness, and therefore a sin.
Three days later, he shows up at the library carrying a few boxes of the tea Harold picked. Carver doesn't know if Harold actually likes that kind or just picked it at random; maybe it doesn't matter. The thought of having choice with something like that feels so strange to Carver. It's been years since he's tasted coffee, real coffee.
He moves silently. He didn't message to see if Harold was there or not, but he'll hang around for a while just to make sure. ]