Caine sat quietly staring out the car window once they were back on the road, his mind far away as he thought of what to say and prepared himself for the family's reaction to his presence. After this he would have to go to the morgue to claim his father's body, not something he was looking forward too, but he wouldn't force the city to bury him. "Tell me what's on your mind." Rajin said and Caine sighed.
"Everything, how much I wish it had just been him. How horrible is that...wishing someone dead? I keep thinking why couldn't he just...and those children, how scared they must have been. It's not fair that he cut their lives so short."
"I know, baby, it's cruel."
Caine swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Sometimes it terrifies me that he and I are related. What if I change? What if I hurt you or someone else?"
"You don't know that."
"Yes I do, Caine. You have lived your whole life refusing to be him, you're intelligent and funny and you have the biggest heart. I couldn't ask for a better mate. You are everything he wasn't and more."
"It doesn't help I look like him."
"Maybe when he was younger, but drugs and alcohol took their toll on his body and besides, who cares if you look like him, you're hot."
Caine was unable to stop the smile that pulled at his lips. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like Rajin there to help him through this. He wanted so much to break down, but Rajin held him together. "You dork."
"At least I got you to smile."