I'm fine. [ Whether JJ is is the real question, or at least so his tone says. ] I was supposed to be the distraction.

[ He's a little put out, really. There he was, being all helpful and acting as bait, and JJ came back and ruined it. Though he's not so put out that he's not widening his stance, bracing himself to take JJ's weight. He even brushes a hand over the back of JJ's neck, feeling how hot his skin is, pressing his fingers to JJ's temples to test the clammy skin there. ]

Not that I'm ungrateful for the help, but you don't seem to be in any shape for fighting.

[ Or standing, really. Cain wraps an arm around JJ's shoulders, willing to let him stay there and lean against him for however long he needs. ]