Cain nods, giving her a small, tight smile before heading for the kitchen, where he does as promised. He makes a sandwich, puts everything back in its place and wipes the counter.

For a moment, it almost feels like any other day, just going through the motions of neat and tidy. Like he always does. It's a small comfort, but it winds him down a bit from the too highly strung, will snap any minute mindset of this morning.

He comes back out with a sandwich on a plate, and a small bowl of fridge chilled cherries.