[ He’s been lonely, Carver realizes as they sit quietly and watch each other. It’s been years since he’s been away from his brothers and sisters, and he misses them like a limb, the amputation far from bloodless. This isn’t the same, no, but it’s something.
He takes another sip and nods just once. ]
Yeah, [ he agrees, with a quiet sort of sincerity. No sneer or joke to mar it. ]
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He takes another sip and nods just once. ]
Yeah, [ he agrees, with a quiet sort of sincerity. No sneer or joke to mar it. ]