Pairing: Carmy x f!reader Rating: PG
"How long?"
The question is desperate.
Carmy looks away, fingers picking at the fraying skin of his cuticles. The ache a familiar pulse as his gaze runs left and right. A frantic kind of panic in those baby blues of his.
Your voice shakes, and inside something in him cracks. Something unknowable, something unfathomable, giving way to your wavering pleas.
"How long, Carmen?" You plead, taking a staggering step forward.