Cain is quiet and still for a moment and then he gives a tiny shrug, one shoulder lifting up as his lips twitch in a smile.

"I'm scared to tell a lot of people a lot of things," he admits quietly. There's another pause before he lifts his hands away from Abel's and sit straighter on the bed, lacing his hands together in his lap instead.

Can't look too closely at that calm. He can feel it shivering like a glass hit with a tuning fork. That threatening panic.

"I wasn't even supposed to do this today. I was going to ask how Fitz was doing first. To see if you even... had space for this."