It's..... nice, isn't it? Peaceful, holding hands and nestled together under the covers. If he were with one of his siblings right now, he might be talking to them about their dream, (bad idea, Riddle probably wouldn't want to say a word about it at all) or sitting up with them and reading for a while until they were tired again, (bad idea, Riddle would get too absorbed in the book) or talking about what they've both been learning at school. (Pointless idea, Riddle is at least as advanced as he is, if not more so, even if he's a second year.) So just..... what is he supposed to do in circumstances like these, exactly?

Things had seemed so simple back then. Maybe not easy, but..... simple. If Riddle could only sneak outside at a certain time, then they just needed to make sure they could play then. If he wore a sweatshirt and a jacket, then they could both be warm. If Riddle was stressed out and upset, they might not be able to fix it, but they could bring snacks to share, or let him pick their next game, or..... something. Anything to help him smile. It's harder to make him smile these days, isn't it? That said, though..... they feel more earned, now. Maybe even more likely to stick around for a while, even after they part ways for the day.

"Hah..... both, I guess? None of this is really your usual style." Trey laughs sheepishly, embarrassed but pleased in spite of himself. To think that he'd be getting teased by Riddle instead of Cater..... who ever would have imagined he had it in him? He must be starting to feel better already too, if his mind can wander to having a little fun at Trey's expense, rather than circling uselessly around the nightmare that had been keeping him up. If that's the case, who could possibly begrudge him for it?