[But clearly Cain's not worked up for another fight by the way he reclines on the ground, one hand back, cigarette burning between his lips where he lets it perch. Inhales, exhales a plume of smoke, ashes it with his fingers.]
You wanna be around me, this's all part of the package, sweetheart.
[One hand gestures to... well, the entirety of himself.]
... but, look. I'm just not that good at saying it. All right? You and Jonas — it's easier for you. Or you make it seem easy. I guess I'm not that trusting of people. I don't like being open. You two are the only ones I give a shit about right now that's not out of some obligation to whatever role I'm playing on this mission.
So listen up, because I'm not gonna say it again: I want to fix this too. As long as you don't pretend to be something you're not around me, then we'll be okay.
Stop, [ comes the immediate corrective reply to Cain's showy soothing of his latest possible bruise. There's no one out here but them, and he knows damn well his friend isn't trying to elicit sympathy from him over a perfectly manly strike or two.
The mood sobers when Cain begins to speak, however, and he does his damndest to focus and listen despite his habit of casually dropping lines that rattle him so effectively and completely. They're from different worlds, both literally and figuratively. That's been the chief takeaway explaining their instinctive incompatibility, but just because it's difficult doesn't mean it isn't worth trying to see behind the veil. Not when Cain cares about them, and finds it in himself to say it out loud. ]
... then I'll try. [ It's the best he can do, and it's obvious by the offer's imperfection that he means it. ] Playing a part's necessary for me. Less here, and even less with you guys. If I slip up, it's not 'cause I want to.
So same for you. I told you before you don't have to trust me; I get it. Just don't lie to me. It's better if you just tell me to fuck off if I start getting on your nerves. So... whatever. Whole package it is, then.
... I practiced something to say to you, you know. With Reze.
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You wanna be around me, this's all part of the package, sweetheart.
[One hand gestures to... well, the entirety of himself.]
... but, look. I'm just not that good at saying it. All right? You and Jonas — it's easier for you. Or you make it seem easy. I guess I'm not that trusting of people. I don't like being open. You two are the only ones I give a shit about right now that's not out of some obligation to whatever role I'm playing on this mission.
So listen up, because I'm not gonna say it again: I want to fix this too. As long as you don't pretend to be something you're not around me, then we'll be okay.
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The mood sobers when Cain begins to speak, however, and he does his damndest to focus and listen despite his habit of casually dropping lines that rattle him so effectively and completely. They're from different worlds, both literally and figuratively. That's been the chief takeaway explaining their instinctive incompatibility, but just because it's difficult doesn't mean it isn't worth trying to see behind the veil. Not when Cain cares about them, and finds it in himself to say it out loud. ]
... then I'll try. [ It's the best he can do, and it's obvious by the offer's imperfection that he means it. ] Playing a part's necessary for me. Less here, and even less with you guys. If I slip up, it's not 'cause I want to.
So same for you. I told you before you don't have to trust me; I get it. Just don't lie to me. It's better if you just tell me to fuck off if I start getting on your nerves. So... whatever. Whole package it is, then.
... I practiced something to say to you, you know. With Reze.