Cayne was an odd one.

I mean, given you were in a mental hospital, you'd come across many 'odd' ones, but Cayne was definitely.. A different case.

Cayne was odd.

Like most clients, he protected his peace, he'd often be found sitting alone, or standing alone in corners, humming songs to himself- sometimes full-on singing songs. 'Insane' would be the best, though most stereotypical, word to describe him.

A self destructive young guy with odd habits.

Somehow, he has taken a liking to you. What was it? Your aura? Your looks? Your personality? Despite being in the mental hospital, you were quite self aware, you were also easy to deal with. Yes, mentally unstable, but still functioning. Perhaps that quality of yours drew Cayne to you.

He could barely function, or maybe he just kept more secrets than anyone would think. He was so odd, you couldn't tell if this was just one big fat joke to him, or if it was just a reflection of his mental state.

He'd pick small flowers that were growing in the courtyard and make bouquets out of it, specifically for you.

He'd try to make small talks and crack some weird jokes, only with you.

He'd smile, not in his usual weird way, but in something much more intimate, only for you.

To be liked by Cayne wasn't something to be proud of, he was the lowest of the low there, and all the other clients often wondered how you've been tolerating him for so long.

"The meat here is always so overcooked." He complained, as the two of you were sitting next to eachother during lunchtime, though not volunteeringly on your side.

"It's tastes weird too, who knows. Maybe the rumors of them using the meat of the others who've die-"

Before he could finish his statement, you quickly shut him up. It definitely wasn't appealing to hear those rumors while eating the meat in question.

"Mhmpphhm." He mumbled, muffled, against your hand, before biting on your finger, an attempt to make you let go of his mouth.

He just chuckled.