[As soon as Trey says Vil's name, Cater shoots bolt upright in bed. Whatever amount of calm he'd managed to find for himself is broken as anxiety shoots through him, and when Trey offers his phone Cater reaches out and takes it without hesitation. It's as much of a relief to know he's going to hear Vil's voice as it is terrifying. Like he's anticipating scorn, derision.]
Vil!
[He can't help the way his voice creeps higher, unnatural.]
Where are you right now? I tried calling, but I couldn't get through--
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Vil!
[He can't help the way his voice creeps higher, unnatural.]
Where are you right now? I tried calling, but I couldn't get through--