Ah, Cathal was well acquainted with high school sucking because of the gods. His and Marcie's story was a little different, but didn't it all sort of boil down to 'religious problems'?
"You can trust me," Cathal told her, reaching out to rest his hand on her knee. "I don't think you're weird or crazy." How could he judge her for believing in things that he knew to be true? "And I'm sorry that kids are bellends."