24th Throw - [ written ]

[shenevermisses]

Something is definitely wrong with Cato. Like wrong wrong.

[She's writing. Because he's in the next room, and she's not going to give herself away by complaining out loud.]

He's been acting weird every time I go to the lake. And he's been coming home with a lot of bruises and stuff.

But, of course, typical idiot guy. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me it's nothing. I mean, I get it. I don't need to know everything he's doing, but if he's getting hurt, I kind of think I deserve to know about it.

So. Anyone here know what's up? I figure someone knows something.

Or if you don't know what-- How do I make him tell me?

Comments

written

[shenevermisses]

He's about to get himself kicked out of the bedroom.

written

[thelittlemacthatcould]

That's a little rogh ruff... don't you think?

written

[shenevermisses]

That's marriage for you.

written

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh.

[Certainly not his area of expertise, that. After all, he has never even dated - and that complete and utter lack of experience has him thinking that he ought to step back. He tried, at least, and stands by the idea that this guy he has never met should be gently encouraged but not pressured by any means to speak his mind, if and when he's ready.]

Hope you two can get things sorted out without too to much tru trouble.

written

[shenevermisses]

Once Cato gets it through his head he needs to stop being irritating, we'll be just fine.

[Because it's obviously his fault. Because she wants to know. Therefore, he should tell her. This is her logic, and Clove's sticking with it.]

written

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Okay.

[Best of luck, Cato, from one dude to another.]

Have a nice day.