[With his head resting on the top of Silver’s, Cater glances at Idia when he speaks up. They really are all fucked up, aren’t they? And after Silver had comforted him with such patience, without judgment…thinking on it now, Cater wonders how Silver could find it in him when he’d been secretly struggling all alone. Really, as badly as it had affected him, Cater didn’t blame Idia for bolting when he ripped his mask off. This kind of shit was hard without worrying about anyone other than yourself.

And yet…here they both are. Because Silver had been here, unwaveringly helpful and loyal for them both, regardless of their bullshit. He never expected anything from them for it. So, even if he knows it’s hypocritical of him, even if he can say it without feeling it toward himself, Cater relents. Silver deserves at least this much.]

It’s okay to not be okay. Hurting doesn’t make you any less of a capable person. We all feel helpless, sometimes. [He gives a small, sad chuckle.] Guess that day to be that person for someone else wasn’t so far off, after all.