[Cater can't decide where he lands on that response, either. It didn't sound like an insult--it sounded like Leona meant it. But should it be a compliment? However he decided to explain what he was wearing, he knew exactly what he looked like. Did Leona think it suited him because it was playful and sexy? Or did he think it suited him because it was so goddamn slutty?

Seven, he shouldn't even be bothered that anyone might look at him that way, anymore. Every time someone new showed up from back home, he always got like this. So stupidly self-conscious. Annoying.

Cater slides down against the door until he's sitting fully across from Leona. Once he's settled himself, he slowly stretches one leg out to bump his sneakered foot against Leona's.]

If you think of anything I can get you that might help, let me know, okay? While I'm keeping watch, of course. You won't catch me slacking.