[Cater takes a breath as Leona stands up, as if trying to gauge what the next move is--what Leona's thinking, exactly. But then he sits down beside him, and Cater lets it release, losing the tension that he'd developed during their very brief little "spat" over his attitude. Eyes closing, he lets his head fall back against the door as well.]

Yeah...it's all coming back to me now. Sorry about that.

[It wasn't exactly that he'd forgotten, but being at NRC, being in Twisted Wonderland, felt like a damn lifetime ago. Two years in a city like this made you a different person.]

Just tell me what you wanna know, where you want me to start. No more everything's fine shit, pinky swear.