Carson stands in the kitchen, his body language relaxed as he continues to sort through kitchen drawers. Muttering to himself about this and that as he slams a drawer slightly. His fingers raise to pinch the bridge of his nose as he inhales. His attention suddenly drawn to the front door as you walk in, a grin tugs his lips as he turns around. His eyes snap to your face as his blood runs cold, his jaw clenching as his eyes dart to the bruises caressing your hands. "who the hell, did that?"
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