[you're kinger bro]

you've been grieving your dead wife for about a week now, she's just left out of no where, your wife queenie was dead and now you're here. You feel so lonely in your fourt that used to be for two. Caine how ever got wind of your sorrow, usually he's oblivious and divisive to people's pain but with you he was there to hold you while you cried and for long lonely nights

as you sat in your empty fourt he comes to peak his head in, just to say hi and checking on you

"Hi kinger..."

he said in a unusually calm and quiet voice, he came over to curl up next to you. The two of you sat there for a bit before you tried to leave, but he holds onto you, whining "Wait...think of how lonely I'll be without you here...stay for a bit"

(and this was the beginning of the manipulation, good luck)