caycay | IC Inbox - Duplicity

[A coward...

He vaguely recalls that conversation they had the first day. He's been slowly piecing things together. He presses his lips together, and a hand comes up to gently lift Cater's chin and look him in the eyes.]

I don't believe there's a person alive who isn't afraid of loss.

[Even as Riddle lifts his chin, his eyes do everything they can to avoid meeting them. He's already confessed so much to Riddle but there's more, so much more, that he hasn't told anyone. Things that he knows are more indicative of his real character than anything he ever puts out there.]

Sure...but it's what you do with that fear that really matters, right?

[His gaze softens. What a haunted look. A prisoner of his own mind. It hurt to see him suffer so much...]

Bravery is a muscle you must exercise. A person who isn't used to facing their fears and charging forward faces a much greater obstacle than one who has done so so many times in their life.

[He continues to talk in spite of the pain, in spite of the way the movements of his mouth further agitate the cut.

His expression tenses slightly.]

...though, I... know my words have little, if any effect on what are clearly long-held beliefs.

[Cater winces. He knows, logically, that Riddle didn't mean anything harsh by the sentiment--he was being understanding, not judgmental. Unfortunately, in his state of mind, logic is hard to grasp onto. Cater reaches up to take Riddle's hand in his own and gently pull it away from him.

He starts to sit up, clearing his throat.]

Well, anyway, we should clean that up and get the rest of this thing off of you. Let me grab a washcloth and some antiseptic.

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[Riddle studies him for a few moments... Then lets out a little sigh, and nods.

He shifts, hands coming up to help tear the suit off him. It's a relief once he's completely out, as is evidenced by the much heavier sigh.

He looks to Cater, then gives a little smile.]

You handled that situation very well, by the way. You were able to keep yourself calm enough to assess and act as quickly as you could. My airflow wasn't even cut off that long.

And the wound itself only feels to be superficial, which is the best outcome that one could have hoped for.

[Getting all of that taken care of helps Cater get himself back on track. When Riddle smiles, he smiles back--even if it's weary around the edges, a mask that hasn't been put back into place quite so seamlessly.]

You know me, Queen. Cay Cay always performs best under pressure!

[He takes a second to run a hand through the torn scraps of velvety membrane through his fingers before gathering up as much as he can to toss into the waste bin.]

Well, the whole day's plan is kinda in scraps. Any ideas what to do, instead?

That's alright.

[He seems reinvigorated, suddenly, a hand coming up to his chin thoughtfully.]

After this wound is treated, I know just the topic for conversation.

Oh yeah? You have me all in suspense!

[He's deeply hoping that it isn't a return to what they were just talking about. What's the point, anyway? It's like Riddle said: he's incapable of change. The life he lives is a hopeless spiral of self-imposed cowardice and emotional isolation.

Talk is cheap, just like he is.

Cater hums to himself as he returns from trashing the fibrous scraps and wets the washcloth with cleaning solution. He sits beside Riddle so he can dab carefully at the cut.]

It doesn't look too deep...as long as we keep it clean, it should heal over fast and not leave a scar.

Mhm.

[A small smile as Cater treats him.]

A small price to pay. I owe you a great debt.

Ahaha...

[Cater's façade is so touch-and-go right now and he knows it. He's afraid if he opens his mouth too much, he's going to say something he regrets. So, he focuses on his work until he's satisfied that things are as good as they're going to get, for now.]

There! All set.

[He gathers up the first aid supplies and moves to put them back where he got them from, the washcloth in the laundry hamper.]

You know, I bet you'd be extra sexy with a battle wound, tbqh.

[At least despite the obvious struggle, Riddle still seems calm and relaxed. Learning more of the real Cater hasn't turned Riddle off of him, or has him considering him any less of a friend.

And that much might be obvious with the way a small noise gets caught in his throat, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.]

T-b-q-h...?

To be quite honest. Or TBH for just to be honest. Kinda on brand with imho/imo, which is in my (honest) opinion. And that's your hashtag Cay-Cay lesson for the day!

[Cater gives a peace sign and winks, posing cutely.]

But you don't need extra credit in sexiness, Queen. You're hashtag perfect just the way you are.

[Another little sound at all of that as Riddle briefly ducks his head.]

You're too much sometimes...

[And then he looks up at Cater, and pats the space next to him.]

I'm a Diamond: I gotta shine bright!

[Larger than life, yolo, go big, etc. Taking an easy breath and hoping to keep things steered away from harder conversation, Cater slides into the space Riddle pats like a dog coming on command. Sit, stay--he'd roll over, too, if asked.]

But it's not like you can't handle me even when I'm at my most extra.

Hmm.

[An amused sound from Riddle. When Cater comes over, a sly look enters his eye, and with deceptive strength, he suddenly grabs Cater and pulls him down on top of Riddle.]

I can handle you at your most extra... and at your least, too.

[His gaze gentles as he brings a hand up to stroke through the orange locks. His voice quiets.]

I know it's a lot to ask for out of you, my dear soldier. We'll get through this together.

Now, can you tell me what you've tried to do to change your behavior?

Whoa--!

[Cater always forgets just how strong Riddle is. Like, he still isn't a paragon of physical strength, but he's still much more capable than he looks. Part of it is just the decisive way in which he strikes. Somehow, Cater was completely unsuspecting, barely catching himself from fully slamming his body on top of Riddle's. Looking down at the redhead, he sighs, expression dimming.]

You're not going to let it go, are you?

Let go of the thing that's making your life hell?

[Firmly:]

Not a chance.

[With a sigh, Cater runs hand through his hair, ducking his head in a moment of thought before forcing himself to look into Riddle's eyes again.]

Okay. [He'll talk. He doesn't like it, but he'll do it. Even if he doesn't know how to say I'm the one making my life hell.] If you woke up tomorrow and I'd disappeared from the city, what would you do?

[His brow pinches at the question. Immediately, his heart picks up, beating against Cater. His jawline tenses.

After a moment, he forces out a whisper:]

I don't know.

[Riddle lived his days to the fullest here.

But not holding back came with a price. Would Riddle regret it? He doesn't think he would, but that wouldn't stop it from tearing him apart.]

[Cater nods, quietly. His own heart picks up as a thought comes to him, a way that he might be able to share his fears with Riddle better than words...but to really make an impact, he can't warn him. Besides that, Cater's never really tried to will this ability into happening, so he's not sure how effective it will be. Well...only one way to find out.]

Hey, it's like what I always say: YOLO, right?

[He gives Riddle a sad, somewhat broken-looking smile, a real look at the ingenuine feelings behind his cheerful words of carpe diem and not sweating consequences. And then, suddenly, as Cater closes his eyes...

he simply vanishes.]

... huh?

[What does YOLO even mean—]

[—?!?

His breath sucks in sharply, and it's impossible to miss how his heart skips a beat or two.]

Cater?!

[And then, the hand in his hair registers. Breathing still quick and alarmed, he strokes through it to assure him of his presence.]

[Slowly, his breath releases in a woosh. He's quiet for a moment, frown on his face as he lays there, brow still furrowed as he pets Cater and waits for his breathing and heartbeat to settle.]

...when'd you get that?

...a while back, after everyone got those weird energy drinks. I was completely invisible for, like, a full week--thought maybe I'd never reappear again, but I can control it now, or at least I can semi-control it.

[It still sneaks up on him sometimes, if not making him completely invisible making him an effective ghost. Cater sighs, focusing on reappearing. It's much harder, color returning bit by bit, from his fingertips first.]

Sorry, Riddle. I just wanted to make a point. Terrifying, isn't it?

[He frowns softly as Cater talks, still petting him.]

...yeah. Yeah, it is.

[He could say a lot of things. "Of course it is." "I never said it wasn't."

Yet his patience with Cater remains, even as he's tested.]

...have you felt that sort of fear a lot in your life?

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