Cain chuckled softly. "Okay, time for you to get out. You'll get sick." he said as he stood up and began helping Jason stand up and move out of the tub.

Cain grabbed a towel and walked Jason back to his room, then began drying him again. He then put on a pair of his boxers onto Jason and a t-shirt, then he dressed himself in a pair of boxers and sweat pants, leaving himself shirtless.

Cain chuckled softly and walked him into the living room from behind, pushing him forward by his shoulders gently and guiding him. "Come on, sleepy. Dinner time."

Cain bent down and helped Jason back to his feet and over to the couch. Jason was adorable when he was helpless. He didn't mind the attitude and the flare, but the cuteness about his tired expression was what really melted his heart...that and his "well done" face.

Cain pulled the things from the bag and set them on the table. "You want beer or something else?" he asked. He had beer, soda, and some flavored alcoholic drinks in the fridge. He figured it was best to have more than beer in the house.