[There's a mixture of emotions Cater feels watching the scene before him. A want to be comforting to Riddle, his friend, and Trey, his even greater friend, clearly having been rattled by everything that had happened. Even now, though, insidious thoughts coil forward, trying to take hold of his psyche. The way the two hold hands--the ferocity make him feel detached from the situation, far away.
Still, he wrestles to maintain control with logic, keeping a hand on Riddle's opposite shoulder as he cries.
There isn't much that can be or needs to be said right now: simply being there is the best they can do. So Cater doesn't say anything until Riddle's tears of stopped and he seems on the verge of falling asleep.]
We should let you rest--but if you need anything, we're just on the other side of that door, okay?
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Still, he wrestles to maintain control with logic, keeping a hand on Riddle's opposite shoulder as he cries.
There isn't much that can be or needs to be said right now: simply being there is the best they can do. So Cater doesn't say anything until Riddle's tears of stopped and he seems on the verge of falling asleep.]
We should let you rest--but if you need anything, we're just on the other side of that door, okay?