[ it's not easy for him to reconcile with either, trying not to think about what happens when they get home. if they do, right? karen doesn't seem so sure. they can't have this same kind of relationship there, can they? with their history... but here it's become normal, even after he avoided her all week, guilt pinching between his eyes even as he draws in a breath when she comes that close. it's damn near pressing the boundaries of what he might usually be (or have been) comfortable with pda-wise, but then he remembers their kiss in the corridor earlier and maybe it doesn't matter. maybe nothing really does anymore. his hand comes up to rub over her back soothingly, his other hand reaching for max to let him wedge in between them. there's a noticeable speck of blood near the cap of one sleeve on the faded fabric of his jumpsuit matt's, obviously. ]
Don't make me carry you too. [ he complains like it would be a hardship ]
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Don't make me carry you too. [ he complains like it would be a hardship ]