If Cater hadn't left in time, Riddle was seriously considering it. He nearly reached over to his nightstand to grab his pen before he notices that Cater had made the right decision, leaving him be in the room to go fetch the meds and water.

The peace offerings are taken easily, Riddle offering one more glare to the other teen as he jumps back. Seven save him from the torture that was Cater Diamond. Cater wasn't stuck here with Riddle, Riddle was stuck here with Cater.

Riddle swallows two pills easily before setting the bottle and water glass onto his nightstand, settling in under the comforter.

It's hard not to doze with how comfortable he is, his eyes closed. The only thing that half wakes him back up is the sound of singing-- oh. Cater's.... voice was nice.... The very same voice that'd woken him up from his dozing state puts him right back to a calm quiet, his breathing becoming more even as the painkillers finally begin to take effect.

The footsteps rouse him enough that he shifts to sit up in bed, preparing himself for his breakfast. The question earns a soft, sleepy nod, before Riddle realizes he'd just answered the question in an all too embarrassing way. Turning his chin up, looking away from Cater, he scoffs, "You weren't even gone that long."

His gaze flicks towards the tray.