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[caycay]

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[caycay]

I appreciate that.

[If he had to go around telling everyone just how he got here...well, he wouldn't. Didn't matter how little progress it meant he'd make.]

Not exactly my most shining moment. Like, literally the opposite of that. Definitely a on-a-need-to-know-basis kind of thing.

[citizendetective]

I'm glad we're on the same page! So, about the rest of the conversation--?

[caycay]

[That seems to take some of the severity out of Cater's voice. He starts lighting up into the more animated version of himself that he likes to showcase.]

Oh, well, nothing important. I mean I was all weepy, and I cried about how I've liked him for three years and wanted him to pay attention to me. Mega cringe.

[citizendetective]

He didn't say it was cringe, did he?

[Because she will punch a bitch if so.

Metaphorically. Probably.]

[caycay]

Oh, no. No, no. I think he was just surprised. He was way too busy keeping me off the pavement to stop and comment about how cringe I was, anyway.

[Actually, he's kind of surprised, himself, that Idia didn't come back later and call him cringe. He was...gentle, all things considered.]

[citizendetective]

[Misty nods sagely, falling silent for a moment or two. Then--]

It's... kind of a mindfuck, isn't it. When you're vulnerable in front of somebody, even by accident, and they don't take advantage of it the way you expected them to.