[The first threads of daylight are beginning to stream in the windows, pale and thin, when Cain's boots arrive at the door from a long night out. His exhaustion's mounted clear and high in his mind through the course of events -- wild party and all its encounters new and old, several drinks, endless dancing, the constant company of Hideki Maeda. In the end arriving at the Maeda household for an overdue attempt at proper recon. So much exposure to the young heir of the Maeda name has left Cain's nerves raw and tired, not that maintaining banter is ever difficult. It's the entire routine: lying, pretending he cares about social media attention, the perfect angle in a picture, getting so blitzed the world becomes a slur of unfeeling detail.
Cain's a cold sober by the time he gets back, somewhere in that murky gray area of not-yet-hungover exhaustion. As soon as he steps inside, he begins to shed shoes and clothing, pulling the new jacket from Billy off and draping it over a chair on a path to the shower. A temperature scalding enough to bring color into his cheeks and even darken tanned skin with a flush of warmth. Rinsing all the grime and grit of the day off, Cain finally begins to relax with each meditative inhale of steam.
Naked and still-damp when he stumbles into the bedroom -- after a brief, warring consideration of the couch in favor of not waking Abel up -- Cain feels for the edge of the bed and eases down onto it. He'd missed Abel. Hardly saw him more than a handful of moments at the party, swept out by Hideki too soon after. But it's his birthday now, properly, according to the date. And he wants to spend it right here. Finding the shape of Abel's cocooned body in the bedsheets, he automatically forms himself against it with a low hum.]
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Cain's a cold sober by the time he gets back, somewhere in that murky gray area of not-yet-hungover exhaustion. As soon as he steps inside, he begins to shed shoes and clothing, pulling the new jacket from Billy off and draping it over a chair on a path to the shower. A temperature scalding enough to bring color into his cheeks and even darken tanned skin with a flush of warmth. Rinsing all the grime and grit of the day off, Cain finally begins to relax with each meditative inhale of steam.
Naked and still-damp when he stumbles into the bedroom -- after a brief, warring consideration of the couch in favor of not waking Abel up -- Cain feels for the edge of the bed and eases down onto it. He'd missed Abel. Hardly saw him more than a handful of moments at the party, swept out by Hideki too soon after. But it's his birthday now, properly, according to the date. And he wants to spend it right here. Finding the shape of Abel's cocooned body in the bedsheets, he automatically forms himself against it with a low hum.]