"Uhm, I wanted to check up on you and maybe leave a nice warm drink with you?" Cain asked, "the other one's for me cause I might need it for the long trek back to Fen's." Cain chuckled. "I know you don't want people to bug you while working. I'll just.. I mean I'll go and.."<br/><br/>Cain was now tripping over his words as a tangible pink hue crossed his face. "Look, if you need a friend to talk to, I'm always available." He said, "That's pretty much all I'm good at. My magic isn't all that great."<br/><br/>Echoes of the Family he grew up with entered the young man's mind as he simply handed Draco her cup. Darn it all. They were coming again, the hours of training for a feud his Grandfather wished to continue against a man who might Very well try to become King Consort. Days of being called useless when he couldn't get a spell right. His right hand shook. His eyes widened at what it meant. "I'll... get out of your hair. Sorry to be a bother." Cain said quietly as he turned to leave, feeling a pit in his stomach grow as he tried to walk away.<br/><br/>He was having an anxiety attack. He felt like retreating while he still could. He didn't want Draco to see him like this.