[At some point, Riddle's hand leaves his face to grip onto Cater's hand. Even though it makes him more exposed, the desire to clutch to his friend is greater.
Once the sobs stop, he looks absolutely exhausted. He squeezes both of their hands gently, giving a mute nod.
Slowly, he withdraws his hands, and Trey withdraws his as well. If one looks at his expression now, there's no hint of that distance, no indication that anything is wrong. There's concern and worry for his friend, of course, but he doesn't look haunted.]
I'll bring you some soup later.
[No doubt Riddle had burned through a lot of energy during all of that. He gets another nod in return before the Housewarden's eyes slide closed, and he turns his head.
As Cater comes over, Trey pats his back, slings an arm around his shoulder, and walks them out of the room. It isn't until they get back to their own room that he speaks.]
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Once the sobs stop, he looks absolutely exhausted. He squeezes both of their hands gently, giving a mute nod.
Slowly, he withdraws his hands, and Trey withdraws his as well. If one looks at his expression now, there's no hint of that distance, no indication that anything is wrong. There's concern and worry for his friend, of course, but he doesn't look haunted.]
I'll bring you some soup later.
[No doubt Riddle had burned through a lot of energy during all of that. He gets another nod in return before the Housewarden's eyes slide closed, and he turns his head.
As Cater comes over, Trey pats his back, slings an arm around his shoulder, and walks them out of the room. It isn't until they get back to their own room that he speaks.]
You did great, Cater.