[Cater's hands leave Vil the second he hesitates. He took it too far, didn't he? He got the wrong impression, probably? Shit. His green eyes scan his boyfriend's face, trying to find a solution to a problem that he hasn't figured out yet. Trying not to panic about it or get ahead of himself.]
Sorry. Was I moving too fast?
[Immediately, Cater has the urge to touch Vil again, but differently--more reassuringly. To squeeze his hands and kiss his face and hold him close. But, no, he pulled away, needs physical space, clearly. It's always so unnerving to see Vil not looking...in control. He always seems like he knows exactly what to do all the time. If he isn't feeling confident, who in the world could be?]
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Sorry. Was I moving too fast?
[Immediately, Cater has the urge to touch Vil again, but differently--more reassuringly. To squeeze his hands and kiss his face and hold him close. But, no, he pulled away, needs physical space, clearly. It's always so unnerving to see Vil not looking...in control. He always seems like he knows exactly what to do all the time. If he isn't feeling confident, who in the world could be?]