[It's a slog, getting Cater to the bathroom, but at least he cooperates as best he can when he's falling apart at the seams. Ultimately he leans against the toilet, nauseated but seemingly unable to get anything out one way or the other. He's quiet for awhile, trying to get his thoughts in order, trying not to look at his phone, trying for anything, anything.]
Things were going so well.
[Not just with Vil, but with himself. Once the worst of the fear had passed him, Cater had been settling into a new normal with him and with Trey. He'd been feeling better about himself. There was a part of him that new that whenever this happened, it was going to be hard, but...he'd sort of convinced himself that they were being so careful they'd be able to announce it on their own terms.]
I know all the things I'm thinking aren't true but I can't tune them out.
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Things were going so well.
[Not just with Vil, but with himself. Once the worst of the fear had passed him, Cater had been settling into a new normal with him and with Trey. He'd been feeling better about himself. There was a part of him that new that whenever this happened, it was going to be hard, but...he'd sort of convinced himself that they were being so careful they'd be able to announce it on their own terms.]
I know all the things I'm thinking aren't true but I can't tune them out.