Cain thought he could reply, but thinking it would be a bad idea to say more with his head pounding and his head not in the game, he only ended up shaking his head and almost instantly regretting the movement.
"Thanks. Give me an hour, I'll see you in the office then." A nap wasn't a bad idea but Cain didn't want to let this drag without sorting everything out. There was something, he felt it last time too when they were together for that short afternoon, and then there was what happened just now.
He got up, legs shaking slightly but he held out his hand to say he could handle it. Waiting until his circulation there was back enough for movement, he limped his way to Elijah's rooms. He needed to figure out what he was doing with the Mikaelsons too and he needed to do that in the hour.
It was a little under an hour that Cain knocked on the open door of Elijah's study, his hair wet and wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. He looked healthy and well, not at all like he had been dead for most of the day. Seeing that Elijah had a glass of something in hand, he nodded towards it. "Care to pour me one too?" Whichever direction their conversation will go, he felt like he'd need it.
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Date: 2021-04-04 04:39 am (UTC)"Thanks. Give me an hour, I'll see you in the office then." A nap wasn't a bad idea but Cain didn't want to let this drag without sorting everything out. There was something, he felt it last time too when they were together for that short afternoon, and then there was what happened just now.
He got up, legs shaking slightly but he held out his hand to say he could handle it. Waiting until his circulation there was back enough for movement, he limped his way to Elijah's rooms. He needed to figure out what he was doing with the Mikaelsons too and he needed to do that in the hour.
It was a little under an hour that Cain knocked on the open door of Elijah's study, his hair wet and wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. He looked healthy and well, not at all like he had been dead for most of the day. Seeing that Elijah had a glass of something in hand, he nodded towards it. "Care to pour me one too?" Whichever direction their conversation will go, he felt like he'd need it.