Was that right? Could it really be that simple? Honesty, openness. It isn't something that Riddle is used to. Isn't something he's even sure Cater is used to, when he focuses on him for long enough. And yet, why do his eyes sting with emotions he wants to push down at all costs? Why does his hand squeeze Cater's harder, as if the other teen might let go and shove him away at any second?

"You're a fool."

Three words, spit out without a hint of malice.

"Words like those, said without even a second of hesitation. That's why, you know? Why you are my red camellia," Riddle huffs, turning his head away, as if annoyed that his own words couldn't describe the thoughts he had. "..."

"... I do..."
"Feel it. Feel safe. Here. With you."