[There's just a soft snort, at first, listening to Noctis confide a sentiment he knows too well.
But then comes the rest. And Cain finds that his attention is deeply fixed on the other man, caught on every word with focus — a little terrified to hear what he has to say. Maybe that's part of what he's avoided. Knowing Noctis' real opinion of him, in light of all he's said and done by now, is unvisited territory. It will reveal too much truth. In their reflection of one another, Cain has always thought of himself as lesser, worse than Noctis' high-minded ideals and bravery; he doesn't know what to do when he's spoken of like this instead.
It sounds — affectionate. Is he just crazy?]
... Didn't think I'd ever hear you talk about me like that.
[And what is he supposed to do with it? The atmosphere changes with his own tension and uncertainty, exposed by vulnerability, and though he would like to think of himself as beyond such a childish reaction, his face feels hot.]
Thanks, I guess. [Eye contact has become impossible.] Keep the cig. Got plenty more where that came from.
["Anyway, good talk." Noctis has effectively put him on the back foot. But not enough that he can't say —]
[ His hand retracts, pulling back that proffered smoke to eye it himself. Even holding it feels like some kind of crime, but not more so than engaging in their current conversation. They were meant to settle things and get along, and they've achieved that, but Cain's reticence makes him feel... almost unsure. Like he's said something right enough to be wrong, and he wonders, not for the first time, if this also counts as pushing him too far too fast.
The compliment sits well on top of everything else, easing some of his doubt and ensuring that shared warmth stays painted on his face too. ]
Here I thought I got pretty close earlier. [ He takes a deep breath, ashing that cigarette with a gentle tap as he looks over. ]
... thanks. I'll, ah... talk to you later for the questions, okay? [ After a moment's consideration he stands first, plucking up that heater and leaving Cain to spend more time in the cool air clearing his head.
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But then comes the rest. And Cain finds that his attention is deeply fixed on the other man, caught on every word with focus — a little terrified to hear what he has to say. Maybe that's part of what he's avoided. Knowing Noctis' real opinion of him, in light of all he's said and done by now, is unvisited territory. It will reveal too much truth. In their reflection of one another, Cain has always thought of himself as lesser, worse than Noctis' high-minded ideals and bravery; he doesn't know what to do when he's spoken of like this instead.
It sounds — affectionate. Is he just crazy?]
... Didn't think I'd ever hear you talk about me like that.
[And what is he supposed to do with it? The atmosphere changes with his own tension and uncertainty, exposed by vulnerability, and though he would like to think of himself as beyond such a childish reaction, his face feels hot.]
Thanks, I guess. [Eye contact has become impossible.] Keep the cig. Got plenty more where that came from.
["Anyway, good talk." Noctis has effectively put him on the back foot. But not enough that he can't say —]
Ty krutoy.
🎀
[ His hand retracts, pulling back that proffered smoke to eye it himself. Even holding it feels like some kind of crime, but not more so than engaging in their current conversation. They were meant to settle things and get along, and they've achieved that, but Cain's reticence makes him feel... almost unsure. Like he's said something right enough to be wrong, and he wonders, not for the first time, if this also counts as pushing him too far too fast.
The compliment sits well on top of everything else, easing some of his doubt and ensuring that shared warmth stays painted on his face too. ]
Here I thought I got pretty close earlier. [ He takes a deep breath, ashing that cigarette with a gentle tap as he looks over. ]
... thanks. I'll, ah... talk to you later for the questions, okay? [ After a moment's consideration he stands first, plucking up that heater and leaving Cain to spend more time in the cool air clearing his head.
He's got his own thinking to do. ]