[Asking Cater to turn off his phone is practically like asking him to stop breathing. It's such an automatic function for him that he hardly even thinks about scrolling. Still, he closes his eyes as Trey's hand stops over the screen.]
You're right.
[There's no way he's going to be able to turn his own brain off, but the phone right now is a constant feed of negativity. It'll only make things way worse. He offers it to Trey fully.]
Take it. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself I have it anywhere near me right now.
no subject
You're right.
[There's no way he's going to be able to turn his own brain off, but the phone right now is a constant feed of negativity. It'll only make things way worse. He offers it to Trey fully.]
Take it. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself I have it anywhere near me right now.