[Finally, Cater manages a smile. It's small and exhausted, but there's nothing plastic about it. This is Cater Diamond, really: lonely, tired, and broken. It's difficult through the cracks in the walls of his self-isolation, but he's starting to see that he is seen.
That for as scary as it is, maybe it's worth the risk to reach out and take the hands offered to him. Maybe they'll keep him from falling.]
Okay--that sounds good to me.
[He watches Trey get back to work for a long few seconds before retreating up to their room, where he can slip out of his shoes and fall hard onto his mattress face-first. Undoing his hair with one hand and flinging the bobby pins somewhere absently in the direction of his nightstand, Cater screams into his pillow.]
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That for as scary as it is, maybe it's worth the risk to reach out and take the hands offered to him. Maybe they'll keep him from falling.]
Okay--that sounds good to me.
[He watches Trey get back to work for a long few seconds before retreating up to their room, where he can slip out of his shoes and fall hard onto his mattress face-first. Undoing his hair with one hand and flinging the bobby pins somewhere absently in the direction of his nightstand, Cater screams into his pillow.]