Hahaha. [It's not his usual out-of-control laughing. The pitch is pretty normal.] Sure I will. [He is reaching over and ruffling Cain's hay-like hair with the hand holding the still-burning cigarette. No ash falls onto his head, but it's still there, balanced somewhat precariously in his fingers.]
I forget what a hard worker you are sometimes. I think anyone working as hard as you would slip up here and there. So I understand where you might be coming from. About what happened earlier, I mean. With Rion.
[There's some wet rhythmic clattering sound on the roof. It's started to rain; he ignores it for now.]