[ It was just like him to dance around the topic, to push it away. It was all Cater ever did, when his own emotions came into question. No matter if it was during their club meetings or during a moment in private, not that there were many of those back at the Academy. ]

I haven't a single worry about how I'll adjust. What I am worrying over is how you are adjusting.

[ One hand is brought up, a pointed black nail directed at Cater, almost touching his nose. ]

If you won't be honest with me --
The least I can possibly do is provide you with as much support as you'll allow me to. [ That hand falls back down, to rest against his chest. ]

We are friends, are we not?