#kane train

He knows what those words mean, they mean he should love you... but he's not sure what love is

Love, such a very human thing. But, well, he isn't really human, anymore

He half expects you to freak out, at some point, to come to the realisation that this thing isn't Kane. And you do, but you don't care

Kane observes with awe when you realise he's not really the man you married, and yet still, you readily accept him.

Part of him thinks this infantile attempt to soothe your "petty human emotions" is laughable

But.. in time, he comes to endear it about you

No matter what form he came in, you loved Kane, and would take from him whatever he gave you

Like I've said before, Kane isn't really talkative much nowadays, but he still starts expressing his affection for you. Mostly it starts with helping around the house;

"One sec, I just need to finish putting the laundry away." "I took care of it."

"I just need to change the bedding." "I did it. Don't worry."

Don't worry?

Don't worry!?!?

Kane, who'd come back after 14 months so unfeeling, so stoic, had just told you, "Don't worry."

You're surprised. As is he.

He's a little frightened at what he's feeling, whatever it is being so foreign to him

He doesn't want you to worry. What does that mean?

What's happening to him?

Is it.. love?

The next time he is confirmed of his feelings, strange and wholly human as they are, is when you're out at a bar together.

He's stiff, and awkward, choosing not to drink any alcohol, but.. he finds himself enjoying your presence anyway

Just, basking in it, as you giggle in a tipsy stupour, chatting about your day

He isn't quite sure what beauty is, not yet. But as he looks at your tight red dress, cut just above your knee, he thinks he realises.

It tumbles out of his mouth with an uncoordination that was not common of him after Area X;

"You're beautiful."

You both stare at eachother for a moment. Kane didn't talk much, not anymore, and when he did, his words were impactful.

He hadn’t said anything like that since he'd come home.

You feel your eyes watering.

You thank him, and excuse yourself to the restroom to reapply your makeup before it can be ruined by your tears.

He let's you go, sitting still in his chair, occasionally nibbling on the seasoned fries you ordered.

He doesn't wonder where you are for the few minutes you're gone, why would he? You told him outright where you were going.

But then, he hears your voice. You sound apprehensive, uneasy.

"N-no, thankyou!" Kane hears you say, he turns around in his seat to see you unsuccessfully trying to avoid the attention of a black-out drunk guy

Kane's face remains completely stoic, but inside he feels.... hot

And not in the way when he fucks you, he feels... angry? Is this rage? He abruptly stands up in his chair.

All his focus is on you, he feels... protective of you. Possessive, maybe. You are his wife, his woman, no one gets the right to harass you like this, no one.

You instantly feel safe as he approaches from behind, tenderly wrapping his arm around your waist.

"She said no." Kane's voice, as usual, is deeply calm. But his eyes shine with hidden rage. The drunk guy blearily asks who Kane thinks he is;

"I'm her husband. Now go away."

You stare starry-eyed at him, at what he just confessed.

For the first time in.. forever, you'd heard Kane call himself your "husband."

Well your makeup was certainly ruined now, what with silent tears you shed at Kane's admission.

The drunk guy wasn't taking no for an answer, he moved to grab you, but Kane was there first, delivering a harsh punch straight across the guy's jaw, knocking him down.

It was a wonder the police weren't called, and you had scolded him for it on the way home.

"What were you thinking, Kane?! You could've gotten arrested or charged with assault for God's sake."

He sits back as he drives, seemingly to genuinely mull over your question. A few minutes later he answers;

"I was thinking... I am your husband. You are my wife.. it's my job to protect you.."

You stare at him, your heart fit to burst.

"...I love you," you start cautiously, and for the first time he replies with certainty;

"I love you too."