Geeze, you make it sound like a prison sentence. He's not that bad.

[Ok Trey.

That's when his phone starts vibrating, and he blinks, taking it out. He taps on it, and brings it up to his ear.]

Hey, it's Trey. [His gaze softens quickly after.] Hey, Vil.

[He gives a small smile at Cater.] He's hanging in there. It was pretty rough, but we worked through the worst of it.

[...] Mn, sure thing.

[And then he walks over to Cater, reaching out to offer him the phone.]