[ For once, Cain doesn't pout and point out that he can't help if he moves in his sleep, or that he's already sitting. He doesn't sulk and complain that he's been doing nothing but sitting since he was rescued from the academy, that if he sits for much longer, he'll start growing mold and little seedlings will sprout. For once, Cain waits quietly on the couch, his sleeve still tugged up over the wound, but with his arm held obediently on his lap. Waiting for Percy to come back with the bandages to tend to the injury without doing anything more to try to hide it, absently toying with the unwound end of the bandage, tangling it between slender fingers.
He waits until Percy's settled in front of him and takes a slow, deep breath. And then he makes himself look up, into Percy's eyes. Whatever this is, he won't do Percival the dishonor of anything but meeting it head on.]
Well, you've found me... [ He pulls a smile onto his face, even though he doesn't really feel like smiling. But he's got a lot of practice — why isn't it coming more easily? ] You're not here to yell at me, too, are you?
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He waits until Percy's settled in front of him and takes a slow, deep breath. And then he makes himself look up, into Percy's eyes. Whatever this is, he won't do Percival the dishonor of anything but meeting it head on.]
Well, you've found me... [ He pulls a smile onto his face, even though he doesn't really feel like smiling. But he's got a lot of practice — why isn't it coming more easily? ] You're not here to yell at me, too, are you?