[Survivor's guilt. He's not sure what to think of that. Not when a significant part of him still believes - quite utterly - that he carries the weight of blame on his shoulders. For at least part of what happened during the plague, and myriad other times, besides. His list of sins - he thinks - is a long one.
But he feels it there, that one shallow breath, the tightening of the other man's arms around his waist and so he only frowns, says nothing of it. Asks the appropriate question instead, as Cain's fingers move with a new uncertainty over his bare skin.]
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But he feels it there, that one shallow breath, the tightening of the other man's arms around his waist and so he only frowns, says nothing of it. Asks the appropriate question instead, as Cain's fingers move with a new uncertainty over his bare skin.]
Go on. What do you do?