[Innocuous words, you're home. He surveys Giovanni as he comes through the door like a bloody wraith, shadow cast across the dim interior and silhouetted by the hall's electric light. That skull-grin has Cain's guard up. It's hardly the first time he's seen someone else messed up, another when it's a veritable stranger -- there's nothing to say they know each other well yet. They simply exist in the same space.
Yet, fuck. Cain comes forward, snatching a few clean cloth towels from a cabinet by the sink, wadded in a bruised fist.]
The hell happened to you?
[Voice a gravelly intonation and raked from overuse through the enduring night, he sounds irritated. Fun isn't the word Cain would choose. This is his apartment, and he's foremost concerned not with Giovanni's general health - he's here in one piece, after all - but the integrity of keeping it clean of bloodstains. Worry can come second.
One large towel's laid out on the ground.] Sit. You break anything?
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Yet, fuck. Cain comes forward, snatching a few clean cloth towels from a cabinet by the sink, wadded in a bruised fist.]
The hell happened to you?
[Voice a gravelly intonation and raked from overuse through the enduring night, he sounds irritated. Fun isn't the word Cain would choose. This is his apartment, and he's foremost concerned not with Giovanni's general health - he's here in one piece, after all - but the integrity of keeping it clean of bloodstains. Worry can come second.
One large towel's laid out on the ground.] Sit. You break anything?