[ He doesn't know how to process that response or his reaction. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to get so close and be gentle about it, but there'd been no way Cain could simply wake him up like it was another day in space. In their old life. But this place is neither, and he reluctantly draws back, fingers loose for a moment before he curls them into a fist and rests them on a thigh. Why had he even thought to do this? Had he been thinking? There's just too much uncertainty in all of this, head down somewhat so that he can stare at Abel through his peripheral and not look as if he's actually looking too hard at his face. It's the same as he remembers it, as it had been last night despite the darkness, and it would be so easy to just lean over, to pin him down into the mattress and kiss him until he forgave him. Yet...
He doesn't. Instead, he slowly turns his head towards the door in a vague gesture that gives away nothing. He's been in this place long enough that they could get lost discussing it or exploring and never have time for anything else, but it's been looming over Cain for almost a month, not having that kind of closure. (At least he knows, with certainty, he thinks, that Abel isn't dead.) ]
I can leave, [ he mutters, a nonchalant comment that betrays none of what he feels. Pretending to have a level head in this situation is impossible given how Abel had found him last night. ] But I thought you might want to eat first.
[ If he wanted to sleep more, Cain would go. Still, it's impossible to miss that subtle together he hadn't verbally tacked on to the end of that statement. ]
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He doesn't. Instead, he slowly turns his head towards the door in a vague gesture that gives away nothing. He's been in this place long enough that they could get lost discussing it or exploring and never have time for anything else, but it's been looming over Cain for almost a month, not having that kind of closure. (At least he knows, with certainty, he thinks, that Abel isn't dead.) ]
I can leave, [ he mutters, a nonchalant comment that betrays none of what he feels. Pretending to have a level head in this situation is impossible given how Abel had found him last night. ] But I thought you might want to eat first.
[ If he wanted to sleep more, Cain would go. Still, it's impossible to miss that subtle together he hadn't verbally tacked on to the end of that statement. ]