Caine is not just Caine.
Caine is the cane dragging you off stage to press against his side in pure bright wonder. Caine is the hand that wrap around your shoulder, his back hides you from the public's view when you're teleported into a room that no one else will ever even know about.
Caine is the gentleness in his voice when he asks you if you'd like to hangout with him. He is the light that shines when you say you want to be with him, even if temporarily.
Caine is the care in his systems, to make a new code just to quiet down his voice when he notices you get tired and sleepy. He is the offer of a rest watched over. The offer of comfort of true safety.
Caine is the focus in his hands when they crawl up your sides, smoothing out the cool fabric of your shirt against the curves of your skin. He is the blanked out look he expresses when he makes sure to get rid of any unnatural polygons in the system that may interlap with your model.
He comes back quickly to take another look at you.
Caine is the gentleness in his eyes, dilating when they catch your image.
"Where was I again?"
He is the deliberate softness of every action he takes. Atoms never touch but he holds you tight. For one frame of instance, breaking all previous rules of physics. Atoms touch, even if only for a moment.
"You...are soft."
You are the softness to his digital. His fur to his light. Its only in his world your two lives are able to ever cross. Its only in his world where you are Caine's.
