Re: aimon; cain
[Despite her gentle movements, Cain stirs, and pulls himself out of a fitful sleep with a deep groan. At first, he doesn't even see her. His brain doesn't register that there's someone there until his eyes open, fully expecting someone other than his mother to be next to him.]
Mom? [...] Oh, shit. [He looks down at himself. Dressed. Good. That's good. Calling her 'mom' was probably a mistake, but his tired brain doesn't have time to think about that.]
Fucking-[He murmurs meaninglessly, his face hitting the pillow.]