[ Angry tears prick at his eyes, threatening to soak his own jacket, the one they'd wrapped so close around Cater. He refuses to let them fall, taking in a sharp breath.
Pulling back from the hold he had on Cater, he ends up sitting upon his own legs behind him. A small *SLAP* can be heard as he slaps both of his own cheeks. Why? To move on, of course. That's what Cater wanted to do... and so, that's what they'd do. ]
Alright. I understand.
[ Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against Cater's back. Now, in a position that'd let Cater turn around if he liked.
He hoped, silently, that this lesson wouldn't prevent Cater from trusting him in the future.]
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Pulling back from the hold he had on Cater, he ends up sitting upon his own legs behind him. A small *SLAP* can be heard as he slaps both of his own cheeks. Why? To move on, of course. That's what Cater wanted to do... and so, that's what they'd do. ]
Alright. I understand.
[ Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against Cater's back. Now, in a position that'd let Cater turn around if he liked.
He hoped, silently, that this lesson wouldn't prevent Cater from trusting him in the future.]
Let us move on, then.