One after the other, Cain's shoulder returned to their preferred position - all straight lines and very lacking in the fluid department. His neck felt like it was about to snap (like a twig, and he deserved it, too), but instead it didn't, and he found himself turning around. Slowly. Expecting the other shoe to drop - or to kick him in the face.

"I... Y--you're..."

He couldn't feel his face anymore. And he couldn't feel his hand drifting to his lips either.