[Yeah, he totally ruined the whole mood, didn't he? Cater groans, hanging his head as he follows Vil to the bed, sitting obediently beside him. How is he so patient with him?]

It's nothing, really...I'm just...

[He doesn't know how to put it into words, really. Maybe it happened when he learned his UM. Maybe every time he uses it, he fissures another crack into his own self-image. Split on split on split. Broken. Bad luck.]

I don't want to ruin this. And I don't mean having sex. You make me happy in a way I literally couldn't imagine and I can't stop myself from waiting for the point where you realize that I'm not worth it.

[You know. Nothing. He finally looks up at Vil, pleading in those green eyes.]

It scares me.