After the embarrassment with his childhood cards, Rich had needed some air. Sure, things had gone okay - he hadn't been totally scorned, at least, and the men also understood his reservations about admitting to closeness - but he felt it was best for everyone if he took a little walk to think about everything and try to avoid snapping at anyone.

He's feeling a lot better when he approaches the cabin, far less on edge. His emotions aren't threatening to snap him in two anymore, but as he opens the door, he realizes that someone else's may be getting the better of him.

"...César?" he asks quietly, as he closes the door behind him and quickly crosses through the entranceway to where his roommate sits. "You... you doing okay?" Obviously not, idiot. But Rich doesn't know what else to say. He can see the phone in César's hand, and he can guess what might be on it.