[Don't think too hard about the metaphors!! He's just happy to be around his friends and definitely humans who don't want to kill him. Cain's turning his head to kiss at the fingers, not thinking about any of the words that came out of his mouth.

He didn't know if he'd regret this later, but it's not the ideal way he'd like.]

I can never hold a grudge for very long. Owen...he stole my eye and put his in its place. I don't get him, and I don't know how to feel, but I don't hate him.

You go out of your way to make others comfortable. Don't think that's the type of guy I can hate.

[And besides, Cain by virtue of being born was already seen as a monster. It was with this and so many feelings jumbled up inside of him that couldn't quite process what he wanted either.]

Don't know what I'm doing either, but....

[Without caring if he's making sense or not, he's back to nibbling along the man's jaw and trying to slide his fingers into the fabric of his clothes.]