[Cater's hands ball into fists against his knees. He shakes his head. Damn it, he didn't want to cry. Not again. But his face burns at Trey's words, his frustration morphing again.]

No! Of course not! I don't see him like that at all, and I'm the one who, who...

[How is he so weak, so powerless? He groans, running his hands through his hair.]

I don't know who I even am sometimes. How am I supposed to be good enough?