[ Carver sits up slowly, gaze drifting between the two of them as Root retreats. The endorphins are treating him real good right now, every nerve soothed and settled. He doesn't know why he shied away from letting people touch him fr all these years; sex is still great, turns out.
He bumps Shaw's shoulder in turn, companionable. ]
That was fun, [ he adds, a little wistfully. He doesn't do fun much. ]
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He bumps Shaw's shoulder in turn, companionable. ]
That was fun, [ he adds, a little wistfully. He doesn't do fun much. ]