They’re creatures cut from the same cloth, albeit with different fears and motivations; but similar nonetheless, unannounced to either party. Cain feels a chill run up his arm but declines to comment, attributing that to the nerves he rarely feels around women. For the first time in ages, he finds an honest smile on his lips, purely due to the fact that this woman, who ever she may be, took his hand, when she could have turned him away.
A C C E P T A N C E “Y‘want an honest man…” he murmurs, placing a hand atop her hip and pulling her closer “What if th'truth scares you?”
She can see it. How contact with her cool skin almost elicets a shudder from him and yet he doesn’t comment. She is silently grateful for that fact. Tentatively she places her hand on his shoulder, ensuring contact while offering no real pressure there. She can stand to touch but she doesn’t care to. The quicker she can call it to an end, the better.
“I’m not afraid of anything in regards to other people. I highly doubt you could inspire me to fear you.” Really the idea is almost laughable.
