[ Like before, like so many times before, Harold talks like he considers every word. No excess motion or noise. Every choice considered and weighed before it's made. Sometimes when they talk, Carver allows himself to think that maybe Harold just doesn't doubt, doesn't second-guess a thing.
That's not true, but it's a nice thought.
Bear whines. Still holding onto Carver's wrist. Carver watches the dog and realizes he doesn't understand this moment, this dog, these things he's saying like there won't be a reckoning. Harold and the others should stay the fuck away from him, Carver knows. They'll be marked just by proximity if Pope starts walking down the street one day.
Not so long ago, Carver would have thought Pope was right to do it.
He looks away. ]
Nobody's harming me, [ Carver mutters. ] It's not like that.
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That's not true, but it's a nice thought.
Bear whines. Still holding onto Carver's wrist. Carver watches the dog and realizes he doesn't understand this moment, this dog, these things he's saying like there won't be a reckoning. Harold and the others should stay the fuck away from him, Carver knows. They'll be marked just by proximity if Pope starts walking down the street one day.
Not so long ago, Carver would have thought Pope was right to do it.
He looks away. ]
Nobody's harming me, [ Carver mutters. ] It's not like that.