[There had been delight at the idea that Cater was hiding something. Somewhere down there was something as spiteful and pitiable as he was. Despite that, though, he had gone two whole weeks without telling anyone. And, in fact, for the one person he told, there were several people he had obfuscated to: no, Cater was exactly as he appeared. He could tell himself it was because of their deal. He could say it was because the two of them promised to be thorns in each other's side if the deal was broken.]
[but for everything he doesn't understand, he understands the need to hide away from everything in those moments]
[Cater's crying. Would he ever have imagined this before? Maybe he could vaguely imagine the Cater from two weeks ago crying because the line got cut-off for the Lounge's specialty plate. It would be over something trite. It would be contained and controlled and cute. It's not. It's about as ugly as anytime he does it. Like he just had.]
[he withdraws his hand briefly to unzip his hoodie and shrug it off his shoulders]
[That warm hand rests over Cater's to get him to at least release the hem so he can flap it out and place it over the exposed parts of them. It was the blanket protecting them from the rest of the museum in their nook.]
... i- if we hear anyone coming, y- you can duck your head.
[It would be clear someone was hiding under the hoodie with Idia but it couldn't be proved who it was or if that person happened to have red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.]
[There's not a clear invitation to uncurl and latch on but, well, the way they're nestled in the corner Idia's chest is right there and it's completely free of bloodstains.]
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[but for everything he doesn't understand, he understands the need to hide away from everything in those moments]
[Cater's crying. Would he ever have imagined this before? Maybe he could vaguely imagine the Cater from two weeks ago crying because the line got cut-off for the Lounge's specialty plate. It would be over something trite. It would be contained and controlled and cute. It's not. It's about as ugly as anytime he does it. Like he just had.]
[he withdraws his hand briefly to unzip his hoodie and shrug it off his shoulders]
[That warm hand rests over Cater's to get him to at least release the hem so he can flap it out and place it over the exposed parts of them. It was the blanket protecting them from the rest of the museum in their nook.]
... i- if we hear anyone coming, y- you can duck your head.
[It would be clear someone was hiding under the hoodie with Idia but it couldn't be proved who it was or if that person happened to have red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.]
[There's not a clear invitation to uncurl and latch on but, well, the way they're nestled in the corner Idia's chest is right there and it's completely free of bloodstains.]