[He was aiming higher. About 6 feet higher, obviously. But it was probably for the best that Fukuda dragged them off to somewhere less visible, since Cain was loathe to stop. Still, he let the taller man drag him wherever, reattaching himself whenever Fukuda came to a stop.

Only he seemed to not like it? Cain's stardust addled brain was not capable of very complex reasoning and the fact that Fukuda kept hesitating was probably bad.]

Ah, you don't believe me, do you? I don't like telling lies, so please believe me...I don't think I could bear it if a dear friend of mine actually hated me.

[He's leaning his head against Fukuda's chest.]