[Trey can tell this is really taking a toll on him. And this... is definitely something he needs some professional help for. But that would have to come later. He was starting to take small steps in the right direction, and he had to expand his comfort zone by quite a bit before seeing a stranger for help was even in the cards.]

Deep, slow breaths, Cater.

[The rubbing of his back has slowed even more, his voice lowering, everything to emanate calm for his friend.]

Why don't you head to our room and lay down for a bit? I'll be there with food in about fifteen minutes.