"If Jeb shows up here, you can punch me," Paul promises, because sure, that's logical.

He reaches out briefly-- very briefly-- to touch fingers to Cain's shoulder in a gesture of something-- comfort's the closest word he's got. (Which is warm, and starting to have actual muscle again-- no, Paul, don't go there...)

"Come on. Stretching's better for you than misery. Body moves, brain follows. Baby steps."