[ There’s an air of ritual to this. Penance often does, Carver’s found. He watches Harold for a long moment, eyes slightly narrowed. But he doesn’t bolt. Doesn’t draw a knife. Just watches, and breathes, and the moment plays itself out. ]
You outrank me. No need to apologize.
[ It’s said flatly. Carver doesn’t close the distance between them. He just sets the tea down: penance of his own. Luxuries like tea are hard to find back home. These things matter. ]
no subject
You outrank me. No need to apologize.
[ It’s said flatly. Carver doesn’t close the distance between them. He just sets the tea down: penance of his own. Luxuries like tea are hard to find back home. These things matter. ]