He put a steadying hand on Steve's shoulder to help balance himself, looking straight ahead like he was getting at the doctor's getting a shot. The only indication that Cain felt anything was a barely audible inhale at the first cut and the way his grip slightly tightened on Steve's shoulder.

It was quick, an ugly, stinging, sharp pain, but quick.

He glanced down at Steve, not entirely sure what to make of the look he was getting but in that moment he heard the lock of the door click, his attention snapping to it before smirking down at Steve, face lighting up.

"Told you," His lopsided grin faltered a little at that mix of emotions in Steve's eyes, a little uncertain as to how to deal with him, "C'mon, stop being weird and get up. We can get out of here. You did fine. Didn't hurt at all."

It felt a little strange reassuring him, but he seemed to need it. With the door unlocked now, he pulled at his suit, working it back on.