And argue it he, unfortunately, would. "Rest isn't the only thing that keeps someone healthy," Riddle begins, knowing full well he was both digging his own grave and giving plenty of invalid points, "At times, our bodies aren't what tell us our limits. If something hurts, you push through it. If you get sick, you push through that."

Riddle makes a face down at Cater, before shifting one hand down, unable to stop himself. He twirls a small wavy piece of hair around his finger, allowing the soft strand to slip between his first and second fingers.

"It's only when we've completed what we've set out to do that it's time to rest. To have structure is to be healthy. By following each little rule, each step," The more he talked, the more he heard not his own voice, but--
Ah, and he'd tried so hard to get away from home by staying back over break. This is... exactly the type of mindset that pushed him over the edge in the first place, that overwhelmed him. The very mindset that his dear dorm members were trying to pull him from.

"..." His gaze stays on Cater for a second, that strand of hair falling from his hold. "... Would be what I would say if I weren't trying to do better about this. You'll teach me, won't you? How to rest, to relax."