[At the set-aside bottle, Cain arches a brow in a questioning expression, but he doesn't pursue or try to reclaim the drink. He's had enough to settle the anticipatory jitter of nerves, and leftover now is a stark appreciation for what he has standing between his legs.]
A farmer? You're joking. [The bark of laughter is incredulous, but it's lighthearted, coloring a very different picture of the version of Cain who behaved like a skittish cat their first encounter.] Guess when you live so long, that's like... not that crazy to believe. I don't know even know what I'd do with all that time. Maybe a farmer too.
[If there's any part of him that questions everything Cy has told him up to this point, in between the moments he knows Cy is saying nothing to say something, it's easy to ignore. His hands are exploratory across that bared upper body, palms flat to the skin in broad strokes. By comparison, his own scars—the newly healed gunshot wound on his abdomen, and a few other scraps and nicks elsewhere—feel vivid. He has a colonist's dark complexion, a soldier's body flawed and bruised through life at a young age.
He unknowingly proves Cy's assumption correct when he leans in and begins nosing the area around a flat navel, lips interposed with blunt teeth, just teasing. Those hands find Cy's pants to hook over the band.]
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A farmer? You're joking. [The bark of laughter is incredulous, but it's lighthearted, coloring a very different picture of the version of Cain who behaved like a skittish cat their first encounter.] Guess when you live so long, that's like... not that crazy to believe. I don't know even know what I'd do with all that time. Maybe a farmer too.
[If there's any part of him that questions everything Cy has told him up to this point, in between the moments he knows Cy is saying nothing to say something, it's easy to ignore. His hands are exploratory across that bared upper body, palms flat to the skin in broad strokes. By comparison, his own scars—the newly healed gunshot wound on his abdomen, and a few other scraps and nicks elsewhere—feel vivid. He has a colonist's dark complexion, a soldier's body flawed and bruised through life at a young age.
He unknowingly proves Cy's assumption correct when he leans in and begins nosing the area around a flat navel, lips interposed with blunt teeth, just teasing. Those hands find Cy's pants to hook over the band.]
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