[ Cain works in silence for a few minutes, giving Percival the time he needs. He doesn't want to break this quiet, the careful, fragile trust that Percival's given him. His usual laughter and teasing has no place here, not when Percival's showing this vulnerability.
Despite what Percival thinks, Cain is quite capable of understanding when a situation requires delicacy.
Instead, Cain spends the time guiding the ship, making small course corrections. He can tap into that well of calm that's drawn between them now that Percival's no longer wound up and irritable. Like this, piloting the ship is easy, doesn't even really require all of Cain's attention. He finds himself tilting his head, resting his cheek against Percival's hair, idly carding his fingers through the long locks.
That moment of pure vulnerability ends quickly enough, but still, Cain doesn't say anything. He knows what a gift it is for Percival to show that much of a chink in his armor, and in return, he won't push. ]
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Despite what Percival thinks, Cain is quite capable of understanding when a situation requires delicacy.
Instead, Cain spends the time guiding the ship, making small course corrections. He can tap into that well of calm that's drawn between them now that Percival's no longer wound up and irritable. Like this, piloting the ship is easy, doesn't even really require all of Cain's attention. He finds himself tilting his head, resting his cheek against Percival's hair, idly carding his fingers through the long locks.
That moment of pure vulnerability ends quickly enough, but still, Cain doesn't say anything. He knows what a gift it is for Percival to show that much of a chink in his armor, and in return, he won't push. ]