His father called to tell him the news about the passing. It'd felt so serious somehow to listen to his father speak about death and it was obvious the man was a bit more shaken up about it than he usually was about news. It was a weird situation where they were, and Slater struggled to consider the fact that in no time at all he and his father's relationship was nonexistent, that only when he was near death did they come back to one another. It was ridiculous though to get mad at his father for the past anyways, and Slater refused to lose a father when he'd already lost a mother.
He reacted to the news with no response as usual, but with his father all speaking was on the phone. So seeing Cara saddened by the news Slater forced himself to figure a way to be empathetic towards her. A pat on the shoulder maybe, or even a few words of wisdom from his great mind. There was something saddening about seeing her upset over something, and Slater felt the need to help her for some reason, he wasn't sure. He had to.
And it worked apparently, somehow. At least she said so, and there was he,walking to her door, a plate of baked goods in his hands. He wasn't even sure why he cooked, assuming she had an impression that he'd poison every thing he touched. But Slater still thought it'd help somehow, hopefully. Knocking on the door Slater opened it shortly as he walked in and looked for Cara. "The best thing to have ever existed in your life has come." He greeted with a small smile placing the food down. "You alright?"