[Cater feels his stomach tighten when Trey arrives. He knows he's going to have to tell Trey what happened--that he'll just find out, anyway. It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it so much as he's not sure he can. His thoughts are confused. His emotions are dark. Putting them all into coherent picture sounds like starting a fight that he's doomed to loose.]
Mmm.
[With the assenting sound, Cater rolls on his side, back to Trey. He pulls out his phone and his pen from his pockets and tosses them somewhere on the pillows above him, uncaring.]
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Mmm.
[With the assenting sound, Cater rolls on his side, back to Trey. He pulls out his phone and his pen from his pockets and tosses them somewhere on the pillows above him, uncaring.]
Pretty sure I was just dumped.