[ He's quiet for a long moment, letting Carver fight those feelings, standing still and at a distance so as to be unthreatening. Too much, too fast. He just couldn't let the moment pass without calling it for what it is: detestable. There's power in hearing things plainly said out loud. Harold should know; he avoids saying so much.
He gives him peace and space for a measured length of time before he speaks again, and he picks his words carefully, inscribed with sadness and compassion. ]
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He gives him peace and space for a measured length of time before he speaks again, and he picks his words carefully, inscribed with sadness and compassion. ]
But you don't seem to like what he's made.