"Have you gone to the beach yet...?" Cain looked back at his own speech and found that he had almost finished. "I hate the sunlight, it burns my skin. But it is nice at the beach... Especially crawling around in the caves down there." Why was he talking? There was just something about Abel that made Cain feel comfortable, relaxed. He didn't feel paranoid or tense around the boy, maybe it was just the type of guy he was. Easy-going, friendly, non-judgemental. Cain wanted to get to know Abel more.

"Made any friends yet?" Why did he care? Because he wanted Abel all to himself. He hadn't had a friend before. Sometimes it was almost unbearable how lonely he felt.