[ Cain listens quietly, carefully. As Hwylryn talks, all Cain can think about is the way he averted his eyes, fiddled with his bangs, the hushed tone of the offer. The arguments, the torta di cocco, the tricks and the eventual admission of friendship and request to stay...
And then he feels that frustration all over again. He...really isn't sure what to make of it. That irritation he always feels when Owen acts up around him scratches at his inside and he doesn't know what to do with all of this.
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And then he feels that frustration all over again. He...really isn't sure what to make of it. That irritation he always feels when Owen acts up around him scratches at his inside and he doesn't know what to do with all of this.
After a long, long pause— ]
I see.
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That's all I wanted to know. Thanks, Hwylryn.