Reggie flinches at Carter's touch; it's not the horny flirting kind of touching that they like to pretend no one else can see. It's personal. It's acknowledging Reggie as a person and not just a fuckbuddy. And that's basically perceiving her, which is the fucking worst.

"If anything's broken there ain't shit I can do about it," she says, tugging her hand back. "Except maybe cutting it off. You feel up to a field amputation?"