[It's hard to really tell, considering how overwhelmed Cater clearly is, but Trey's presence and his voice definitely helps. Not telling him what he already knows: that what he's thinking isn't true or real. Just the fact that he can't stop thinking about it makes it real in an awful, insidious kind of way. He leans over the toilet bowl just so when he feels tears start forming in his eyes, they have somewhere to go.]

I've spent almost my whole life trying not to offend anyone for any reason.

[Which, of course, is why he'd always suffer through his own discomfort. Why he'd never just say that he doesn't like sweets when it's such a small thing to express instead of forcing back pastry after pastry.]

And now it's like the whole world is disgusted by me. How's anyone supposed to like themselves when so many people have so much to say about everything that's wrong with you?