"I mean, I am," Kavinsky informed helpfully. It wasn't a conversation he necessarily wanted to have when he was trying to pry someone out of some sort of--wetsuit? Something skin tight and lovingly accenting. But there it was.

He shrugged a little bit. He was pretty sure that they were all dead, but plenty of people had argued with him about that, so he wasn't about to make a fuss out of it right now, some sort of existential argument for their deaths and this being the after life.

"Are we talking about that right now, or did you want to get your dick wet?" He tried to push his hips forward, really pushed and peeled at the clinging fabrics covering Cain's body. "You gonna need help getting back into this when we're done?"