Maybe Cain didn't have those feelings today, maybe he won't even a year or two from now. But what about a decade, ten? The thing about them was they were immortals, true immortals, or as close as Cain had ever come to meeting one in his centuries and centuries of encounters. The only real obstacle between them was not time, but patience. Whether Elijah had the perseverance to wait for the elder human to catch up to him to where his heart lay.

"That's good," Cain murmured, relaxing when the vampire, the honorable one who didn't break his word, finally gave it. It wasn't that he didn't understand why Elijah had ran when the vampire laid it out so clearly, but Cain was selfish for wanting him to stay. So to hear Elijah was willing to bind himself with his word was reassuring even if it was unfair to the younger immortal.

"That's good," he repeated, gently moving forward to nip at Elijah's lips, doing so leisurely now that the desperation was assuaged and he didn't need to fear that this was ending with him being kicked out. "Thank you... It means a lot to me." He kissed Elijah again, pouring his gratefulness into their joining this time and letting him feel the vast degree of relief that his words brought to the immortal man. It was as if a new world opened up and Cain was now a ready explorer to venture into it with Elijah.