(No, what did he do feels pretty appropriate right now. Lucretia gives Cain's hand a grateful squeeze, then takes her hand back so she can fold her arms across her chest again. It's a comfort thing.)

He told Lup, about what happens in the future. With me. And, (she exhales sharply, and stares at the table as she continues,) I don't know, Cain. I get that he can't keep things from her. Neither can I, and I wasn't about to, but he didn't– he could have let me know he was going to do that before he went and threw me under the fucking bus.