action;
[It really helped that he was a slow learner and an accidental glutton for punishment.
Cain looks into Rion's hand with deep uncertainty. He'd start going on and on about Mother, but he felt literally too awful to try. He just picked the pills out of Rion's hand and dry swallowed them.
Cain didn't bother thanking him for the moment, but stood on legs as shaky as a newborn giraffe and went towards the stairs.]
... I need to rest. I don't know if I can make it back to Painwheel's. Can I sleep here?