[He is kneejerk-disgusted when he hears the pattering of tears starting to hit his clothing. For now, he puts it aside.]
But. Can I ask you something?
[Still hugging him close, he coils some strip of blond hair around his index finger slowly and without yanking, twisting gently like some prey caught in a spider's web giving its last dying thrashes.]
I was at the hospital before, picking up some of my meds. Right around the time you left. Rion was up and about already.
He seemed to be having a very interesting conversation with someone about me.
[He doesn't move. Nothing about his demeanor or posture or pressure or voice change, but he leans in closer to the messy piercings in Cain's left ear, his voice growing quieter the closer he gets.]
Maybe you could tell me a little about that? Because you know, [closer] I'm really hoping I just heard things wrong.