[Leaning against Vil, it's easy to let his eyes close, too. His presence is like a balm being spread on a burn. Cater listens, feeling soothed...until Vil's tone of voice grows so sad. He wonders if the fame he has is worth it to him. Living under that constant pressure. The weight Cater has felt from his own pressures already feels like enough to bury him at times, and knowing how much worse it must be for Vil...how can he stand it?

He sits up straight, looking Vil in the face with an intensity bordering on desperation in his eyes.]

The life that I want is the one where I'm by your side, period.

[Everything else that comes with it? It's just something that he'll have to learn how to deal with.]

As long as I'm not holding you back, I'm fine with whatever else happens.