[Trey's mind is a whirlwind as he cooks, rinses the dishes and packages and serves the food.
He wouldn't tell a soul, of course. He wouldn't let anyone know anything had passed between them, and let nothing seem different in their interactions. He knew that persona was Cater's desperately needed safe space, and too many people catching on too soon was bound to spell disaster.
And he'd have to let Cater know as such, too. He didn't want his acting as if nothing had changed to come off the wrong way. He knew there was only so much he could do to ease such a distressed mind, but the least he could do was try his best.
So roughly about fifteen minutes later, he knocks, announces himself, then comes in with two servings of chili for the both of them.
Naturally, he grabbed the hot sauce for Cater, and he sets that and his portion on Cater's beside table.]
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He wouldn't tell a soul, of course. He wouldn't let anyone know anything had passed between them, and let nothing seem different in their interactions. He knew that persona was Cater's desperately needed safe space, and too many people catching on too soon was bound to spell disaster.
And he'd have to let Cater know as such, too. He didn't want his acting as if nothing had changed to come off the wrong way. He knew there was only so much he could do to ease such a distressed mind, but the least he could do was try his best.
So roughly about fifteen minutes later, he knocks, announces himself, then comes in with two servings of chili for the both of them.
Naturally, he grabbed the hot sauce for Cater, and he sets that and his portion on Cater's beside table.]
Feeling any calmer?