No! [Abel rolls over out of the pillow and sits up with him, hair fluffed from tossing and turning, expression just on the edge of manic.] I thought you wanted me there because-- because that's where I should be on your birthday! Shouldn't I?

[He searches Cain's face for an answer, desperately. When it's not immediately apparent, he looks down at his hands loosely clutching the covers.] I didn't think you'd want me to go home by myself if I told you I was leaving. I didn't want to put any pressure on you or become a distraction. I just thought I would stick it out and then we would go home...

[But that wasn't how it played out, and Abel shouldn't have counted on that to make him feel better.]