[Not that Cater wanted Fearless to be wrong, exactly--kind of had a feeling he wouldn't be, just based on what happened between them at the Nest. But still, it's almost a relief when he seems to be summarizing him based on the pretty little checkboxes he lines up for people to observe.
And then Fearless reads him for filth. The easy little smile on his face vanishes. You're not even doing it for the fun, are you?
He wanted to lie, but what would be the point, when Fearless clearly had him figured out from the start? His birthday would get found out eventually either way. Fine. He'd be honest, but he was going to do it in his own way.]
Hmm...I'd say you're getting hotter and hotter.
[Which is to say, Cater walks his fingers along Fearless' chest, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look down at him.]
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And then Fearless reads him for filth. The easy little smile on his face vanishes. You're not even doing it for the fun, are you?
He wanted to lie, but what would be the point, when Fearless clearly had him figured out from the start? His birthday would get found out eventually either way. Fine. He'd be honest, but he was going to do it in his own way.]
Hmm...I'd say you're getting hotter and hotter.
[Which is to say, Cater walks his fingers along Fearless' chest, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look down at him.]