[Cain waves a hand—frantically, almost—and turns to lift his head, while at the same time covering his mouth. The movement threatens to unleash another round, and the whole effect leaves him unsteady on his feet, but he manages to get a breath.]
No- no.
[A tidy answer to both questions, but he makes an attempt to imply it more for the latter than the former with as airy a tone he can muster.]
[He digs out a handkerchief to clean up with, before he speaks again.]
I already feel better. [A lie, but at least he's managing to begin recomposing himself. All he wants to do is run away screaming, but here he is, still.] I just needed to unburden myself.
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No- no.
[A tidy answer to both questions, but he makes an attempt to imply it more for the latter than the former with as airy a tone he can muster.]
[He digs out a handkerchief to clean up with, before he speaks again.]
I already feel better. [A lie, but at least he's managing to begin recomposing himself. All he wants to do is run away screaming, but here he is, still.] I just needed to unburden myself.