[It’s probably only because the Carter from his dreams was younger, and looked a little different, that he didn’t have an immediate reaction to seeing Carter in person. There’s still a little bit of it, though, in the way his posture immediately tenses, something in his eyes looks a little vacant, as if a memory is consuming him and he can’t get it to stop.
His shirt is rumpled but there is evidence of a fresh scar underneath, creeping up towards his collarbone, visible near his neckline.]
It was Ava.
[He’s almost breathless, and he holds the door for support, the fatigue and pain sapping his energy. But all that is secondary to what he has to say.]
That—what happened, that was Ava. Not you.
[Carter looks terrible, he can only imagine what he must have just went through after he woke up.
He reaches a hand out, his own trembling. He fights past the instinct that makes him want to run from Carter, he knows that if he wants any chance of getting past any fear he has to fight it now. He can feel Carter’s fear, but he pushes any hunger he has down and locks it away in a box.
Strangely enough, Luka, despite looking terrible, looks more like himself than he has since this whole thing started, as if the clarity he’s gotten has given him more control.
Or maybe he understands know what Carter felt like when he scared him.
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His shirt is rumpled but there is evidence of a fresh scar underneath, creeping up towards his collarbone, visible near his neckline.]
It was Ava.
[He’s almost breathless, and he holds the door for support, the fatigue and pain sapping his energy. But all that is secondary to what he has to say.]
That—what happened, that was Ava. Not you.
[Carter looks terrible, he can only imagine what he must have just went through after he woke up.
He reaches a hand out, his own trembling. He fights past the instinct that makes him want to run from Carter, he knows that if he wants any chance of getting past any fear he has to fight it now. He can feel Carter’s fear, but he pushes any hunger he has down and locks it away in a box.
Strangely enough, Luka, despite looking terrible, looks more like himself than he has since this whole thing started, as if the clarity he’s gotten has given him more control.
Or maybe he understands know what Carter felt like when he scared him.
Will you take his hand?]