All the proof he needed was right there, in the way Cater was out, having not even removed his shoes before flopping down into his bed. Shifting over, Riddle sets the tray down on Cater's nightstand. Moving over to where Cater's legs hang off the bed, Riddle kneels down, his hand coming up to one of his shoes.
"Yes," Riddle confirms, "It took me a bit longer than I would have liked. I apologize for the wait." 'Already' made it sound like Cater didn't seem to realize how much time had passed...
He really had gotten him sick. That much was obvious.
Careful fingers work on undoing the laces of Cater's shoe, slower than Cater himself might be. It wasn't something he was used to helping another with. More, he usually had help with his own.
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"Yes," Riddle confirms, "It took me a bit longer than I would have liked. I apologize for the wait." 'Already' made it sound like Cater didn't seem to realize how much time had passed...
He really had gotten him sick. That much was obvious.
Careful fingers work on undoing the laces of Cater's shoe, slower than Cater himself might be. It wasn't something he was used to helping another with. More, he usually had help with his own.