Oh, Seven, save him. Was this a mistake? Cater knew so much more about going out than he did, and while that was an infuriating fact, Riddle found himself feeling at a loss, having to fall in line beside Cater. It made him feel so small. Not in a bad way, at all, but....
What was this feeling?!? Why can't he identify it?!!?! Ugh.
"... Fine. But only for now." Riddle relents, deciding he would steal the warmth from this jacket for as long as he could. Not that he needed it or anything! Of course not.
With a slight nod, Riddle shifts, stepping up into the bus with Cater. After finding a pair of seats, Riddle makes Cater sit by the window, before slipping into the aisle seat himself.
Then, he shifts, moving to lean against Cater, resting half of the jacket around Cater, using the seat to hold it up. Both of his arms wrap around one of Cater's, pulling his arm close.
"You said we should sit close-- will this work? If I let you catch something..." What kind of Housewarden would he be!!!
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What was this feeling?!? Why can't he identify it?!!?! Ugh.
"... Fine. But only for now." Riddle relents, deciding he would steal the warmth from this jacket for as long as he could. Not that he needed it or anything! Of course not.
With a slight nod, Riddle shifts, stepping up into the bus with Cater. After finding a pair of seats, Riddle makes Cater sit by the window, before slipping into the aisle seat himself.
Then, he shifts, moving to lean against Cater, resting half of the jacket around Cater, using the seat to hold it up. Both of his arms wrap around one of Cater's, pulling his arm close.
"You said we should sit close-- will this work? If I let you catch something..." What kind of Housewarden would he be!!!