Jan 3, 2015
Cain was sat at a small table and chair in Charles's room, having moved the pieces of furniture to the window so that he might admire the view of the gardens below. He'd taken it upon himself too, to seek out his step-brother's old tea set and make up a little welcoming spread for himself -- he may as well, after all it wasn't like Charles had had the decency to lay something out for him. Steam pooled up beneath the door to Charles's en suite, and as he heard the shower come to a stop, Cain patted his lips dry with a napkin and, with a wide and bashful grin, stood to greet the man he'd been waiting for.