[He doesn't know what he's expecting — maybe a fist to the face, belatedly, to round off the whole interaction. It wouldn't be the first time he's had something escalate for no seeming reason; people just get pissed off around him. He just gets pissed off around people. But instead that hand lands on his head, and Cain immediately snarls trying to knock it away. Too little too late. He shakes his head and rubs his own fingers through dark, messy hair as if to erase the touch, taking a large step backward.]
Hey. [Grumpy... it's been a rough day.] Watch it, asshole. We're on good terms for now.
[With a huff of annoyance, he whips around to head out the door.] I'll find you later. [Once he acquires a sword, or when he's ready to return John's gun, whichever happens first. But first — pants.]
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Hey. [Grumpy... it's been a rough day.] Watch it, asshole. We're on good terms for now.
[With a huff of annoyance, he whips around to head out the door.] I'll find you later. [Once he acquires a sword, or when he's ready to return John's gun, whichever happens first. But first — pants.]