[This is getting a bit too soft for him, as Billy targets exactly the truth: he did go with Abel. He carried that guilt along for the ride, but he fought at Abel's side on the battlefield again and again, and every time they rescued someone or succeeded in a fight, it gave Cain a new and heady feeling of success. Doing good. Meaning. Nothing he'd experienced before.
With a huff, he leans over and cups Billy's hand holding the drink to take another stubborn sip off the glass rim. And then he's extricating himself from their tangle so Billy won't feel that thread of embarrassment.]
'Course he does. [A friendly smack on the shoulder, Cain begins to move away, flirtatious smirk back.] You wanna dance later, come find me.
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With a huff, he leans over and cups Billy's hand holding the drink to take another stubborn sip off the glass rim. And then he's extricating himself from their tangle so Billy won't feel that thread of embarrassment.]
'Course he does. [A friendly smack on the shoulder, Cain begins to move away, flirtatious smirk back.] You wanna dance later, come find me.