“D’you – d’you want to touch it? No, of course not.” He faced her, blowing out a shaky breath, eyes clouded with something that looked a lot like hope. “Do you?” Carrie blinked. She didn’t, but there was something in the way he’d asked. It was important to him.
we're getting to the we feel kinda bad for him
okay, we've been there for awhile
he's a weirdly soft boi for all the murdering
