[The most physical contact they've shared up until this point was in the dreams, that tunnel of a hallway, endless in both directions. He hasn't forgotten that. And he wants to talk to her more in depth, but for now Cain's glad to have the hug returned -- maybe he was somewhat emboldened by alcohol. There's no shred of regret to be found for it.]

It will be. Trust me. [Another small squeeze and he releases her, taking a step back.] I'll send you a pic when I'm done.

[Grinning, he cradles the box of wax in one hand and nudges into her shoulder with his own.]

Been meaning to see how you were since we all got stuck in New Tokyo, just some shit came up after we got back. What's up? Want a drink?