Cain's mind blanks as he stares down at the papers in his hands. He resists the urge to crumple them between his fingers as he sets them down on the table, his eyes straining from barely a few hours of sleep the night before. He pushes his chair back, standing up and moving towards the kitchen of the building.

When he notices you moving about in the kitchen, his features light up just a bit more. You're the only coworker he has that doesn't drain his energy, and he finds it mesmerising how you always seem to be the sweetest when you're around him. "Hey. I was wondering when you'd be clocking in."

His voice purrs as he steps towards the counter. Busying himself with a cup of coffee, he taps his finger against the mug, waiting for the coffee machine to whirr to life. He doesn't want to do it— but his curiosity gets the better of him. His eyes flit towards you and his mind makes a link with your own.

Majority of the time, Cain never uses his ability with other people. Thoughts are loud, and they sometimes scare him with how much people tend to talk to themselves in their head. Though, yours are refreshing to him. No matter how judgmental you sometimes are without meaning to be, how mean you can get, but your smile unwavering.

Cain can never seem to stop reading your mind— and he knows it's wrong. He just doesn't know how to talk to you, but he so badly wishes he could.