[ There are rules, still. Carver eyes the bottle with a quiet sort of longing, but shakes his head. Pope wouldn't have liked him getting wasted, no matter how badly Carver wants to sleep without dreaming for once. Leah wouldn't have stood for it, either. How many times did she bail him out of the drunk tank before the world ended?
No, he won't disappoint her again. Even if she's not here to witness it, Carver has a feeling in his soul that she'd know somehow if she laid eyes on him. That she'll be taking his measure, perhaps even finding him wanting. ]
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No, he won't disappoint her again. Even if she's not here to witness it, Carver has a feeling in his soul that she'd know somehow if she laid eyes on him. That she'll be taking his measure, perhaps even finding him wanting. ]
I should head back.