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    This isn’t about him.

    Insecurities about what he’ll amount to aren’t typical for Rick. His concerns are always pointed outside of himself, directed at those who he sees a future for, that he worries about the stability of that future for. His children, his people, the family that relies on him -- Rick’s become more than he’s ever wanted. He longs for simplicity.

    Even if he’s too stubborn to even allow that of himself. There’s a sympathetic furrow of his brow as he listens to Shane, but after a brief shake of his head, he acknowledges him more seriously. 

    ❝ It ain’t out of your control, Shane. Some things might be, but if y’take your hand off that moonshine for more than a few hours, y’might see things different. Might take a long time, might be somethin’ harder than you’d like, but you bein’ an alcoholic, Shane? Y’need to fix that. Y’need to let the bottle go. ❞

    A soft grunt answers the needle pulled through skin, the fingers of his right hand flexing instinctively, distracting.

    Some days, he wonders if he’s not a conglomerate of bullet holes, riddled into an eventual bloodied sack of meat -- a soldier with no other purpose.

    He wonders when the aches will settle in beyond his bones, the reminder of each fight, of each time gunfire answered his, of each time that bullets pierced armor and openings. This time, the bullet had lodged itself in his upper arm, a fact that he’d been able to ignore until a few minutes before when the pain caught up. He leans back against the chair, eyes flickering to her work on his wound.

    ❝ It looks worse than it is, ❞ he promises, breaking his silence. ❝ --But thank you. ❞

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♥ ❀ ♥ For a second she didn’t understand his reaction, she stared at him trying to figure it out. Defensiveness. She went back over her tone replaying the words in her mind, trying to figure out where he could take insult, she gave him an odd look, “Like it’s not something I find acceptable because I’ll light a bitch on fire if they’re still hovering around you like flies on honey, because that’s the tone I was going for…” she decided to go for clarification rather than questioning him as to where the insult happened, she reached out and wrapped her hand around one of his. 

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“And where’d you come from?”  

His hands gripped her tight running up her hips and to her ribs and back down again. He pulled her flush against him, his lips brushing against her ear, “I’m Carver love,” he introduced before nipping her earlobe, “And you are absolutely stunning, though I do have to say I bet that outfit would look WAY better on my floor.”

Sometimes he talked too much, but he definitely talked too much while he was drunk. He also tended to be far too handsy. It usually got him in trouble but in this case it seemed to work out. It was generally a fifty fifty shot for him. He boyish features usually made up for it.

She squirmed in his grasp, body rolling against him - his nip earning him a sharp gasp. Braelyn hummed, giggling quietly. It was those boyish features that was keeping him out of trouble for now, he wasn’t her type... but for now she was too buzzed and damn, did he feel good against her.

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