[Hearing such a tone of voice coming from Vil...the panic, the tears...Cater's heart aches more than it ever has. Even thinking that Vil had dumped him, that didn't hurt half as much. That, Cater felt he deserved. But this? Vil hurting so badly? Did he do this?
Cater hesitates, but only because he's afraid of making things worse. Of saying something so accidentally wrong that Vil shatters into pieces right in front of him. Carefully, Cater's hands reach forward, fingertips brushing against the back of Vil's wrists.]
I'm sorry, Vil. I won't look away.
[There's nothing in him that wants to see Vil like this--but he needs to. Maybe they both do.]
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Cater hesitates, but only because he's afraid of making things worse. Of saying something so accidentally wrong that Vil shatters into pieces right in front of him. Carefully, Cater's hands reach forward, fingertips brushing against the back of Vil's wrists.]
I'm sorry, Vil. I won't look away.
[There's nothing in him that wants to see Vil like this--but he needs to. Maybe they both do.]