[Given the space now to talk, Cain crosses the small garage and finds a bench to rest his weight down onto, eyes following Fitz as he goes through the motions of assessment. The bike is good-looking, he realizes now with some distance from it — sleek and shiny and likely to tear up the road (metaphorically speaking) at fast speeds. He can see the outlines of their reflections in the glossy side, a blur of darker color.]

So, something weird happened... after we got back from New Tokyo.

[The placement of we in this sentence stands in for him and Abel, although he won't say straight out. Fitz can likely connect from context clues.]

Finally got rid of Hideki, went back to my place, dropped off our shit, and uh. I think Giovanni's gone, didn't see him the whole time we were there, and his room was dark. [Cain's mouth presses in a line.] Can't remember, did you know him? Kind of a psycho.

[But not bad, and he knew how to handle a person like that most of the time. Giovanni did well with a firm hand. He feels guilty for being grateful Abel won't have to tangle too much with him, concern bred mostly from his own intense desire to protect Abel from people who are far rougher around the edges than Cain himself.]

Anyway, most of his plants were dead... he had a bunch of 'em on shelves and a couple tables. Went over to look, and it was like I could feel them. All I did was touch, but— [He glances furtively toward Fitz, then away.] They grew back? Totally alive again. Not withered, or dry, or whatever. I have no idea what the fuck I did. Still haven't tried again, freaked me out. [Sharing now is a testament of his trust in Fitz.]