[Though he's still not entirely sure he's agreed to it now, so here he is. He lifts his hand half way to his shoulder when she squeezes it - perhaps to brush her off, or to just brush off the lingering sensation of touch - but he lets it drop a moment later.]
[Truth be told he doesn't mind how tactile she is. It's more that he isn't used to that kind of contact without it leading to either a fight or sex, and given he's not really looking for either of those things right now he struggles to fit it into an appropriate box.
[It's funny. She's in general tactile. But it's usually with friends, a way to show that she cares, that she trusts them. Fighting she keeps her distance, and sex? Well, that's still new but is only with one special person.
She'll have to tell Cain all about Zack when they're not muddled in Fog influence. He might want a spar with her beloved, see how it goes. She'd enjoy watching, knowing both were strong in their own ways.]
Sure.
[Black tea it is. She doctors her own tea, bag still in it to seep, before coming back with both mugs, setting his down in front of him.]
Here.
Also if I'm being...too much of anything Cain...? You can tell me.
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[Though he's still not entirely sure he's agreed to it now, so here he is. He lifts his hand half way to his shoulder when she squeezes it - perhaps to brush her off, or to just brush off the lingering sensation of touch - but he lets it drop a moment later.]
No milk in mine.
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Okay.
[But she glanced over to him, even as she walked away. Maybe she'd been too tactile.]
Any sugar?
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He shakes his head.]
No, no sugar. Just black, as is.
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She'll have to tell Cain all about Zack when they're not muddled in Fog influence. He might want a spar with her beloved, see how it goes. She'd enjoy watching, knowing both were strong in their own ways.]
Sure.
[Black tea it is. She doctors her own tea, bag still in it to seep, before coming back with both mugs, setting his down in front of him.]
Here.
Also if I'm being...too much of anything Cain...? You can tell me.
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[He blinks at her, shaken out of his thoughts by the question and the assurance, and he shakes his head with faint half-smile.]
It's not that. It's...
[Cain trails off. He reaches out for the mug and pulls it close, curling his fingers around it and letting the heat warm his palms. Ah.]
You kinda remind me of my sister, that's all.
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But she was a little taken aback, even as she settled down and smiled.]
Yeah? In a nice, sisterly way, or a naggy, sisterly way?
Because I'm an only child, but I've seen plenty of siblings.