[That makes it sound like Fukuda is six feet taller than Cain. Fukuda can't understand why Cain would think Fukuda was capable of hating him. As if Fukuda has any place to be refusing Cain. As if Cain isn't completely out of his league??

Well, as he thinks about it, running a hand through Cain's head as it's pressed against him, he knows why Cain's got such an odd opinion, doesn't he? He doesn't know. No, as far as he knows, Fukuda is just a man who's suffered an unfortunate accident. If Cain knew. If he knew... He really thinks about it, for a moment. He almost tells him the truth. Even if it made Cain hate him, he could probably eventually come to terms with that. But then Cain might warn others. Fukuda might go back to being all alone again.]

I don't. I could never hate you, Cain. If you knew what I really was, you'd probably hate me. That's why I'm worried.
[More hair stroking, maybe letting his hand idly trail down to stroke the side of Cain's face.]

But I really like you. I'll do whatever you tell me. Whatever you want. Alright?