[He walks with Cater and sits next to him, unoccupied arm coming up to wrap around Cater. He lets their heads rest together.]

Good grief. Wild, untamed spuds, the lot of them.

[He gives his hand a squeeze.]

I'm afraid that... while this initial period will die down, you will always catch some of the spillover from my career. That is the life of a celebrity; constantly under scrutiny and criticism to the point their closest people invariably get caught in the crossfire.

[His hand drifts up and strokes through his hair, his eyes closing. His voice is... unusually solemn.]

That is a lot to ask of you. Of anyone. And... I wouldn't blame you if that wasn't a life you wanted.