Callum had had a pretty fucked up childhood. He'd cried lot. Mostly after his mum passed away. And then he cried in prison, after getting the snot beat out of him--which wasn't a good thing at all. He'd cried after his first full moon, when he'd realized what he'd done.. and then there was this. He really did try not to cry. He tried to be tough, but it never really worked out that way.
He scrunched up his nose, "fuck, that'd hurt.." because just standing up had been uncomfortable. Carefully easing back onto the bed was going to be even worse. Once Cat was all settled, he protectively held at his side once again, and made his way back around to the side of the bed that he'd been on earlier, and turned to slowly sink back down onto the mattress. Biting at his lip, he winced juuuust a bit as he inched further into place and laid back against his pillow.
He had missed their fun little debates, by the way.. he was just busy trying not to break.
"so.. we should do that," he turned his head to look over at her, smiling softly, "I'd like making it official, us living together..." It was true. He was pretty much living in her trailer anyway.