Characters: Cain, DG
Word Count: 100 (drabble)
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A/N: So I finally watched Tin Man. It's my first time scribbling anything in this fandom; hopefully I didn't crash and burn!
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During the annuals spent inside his tin prison, Cain struggled to forget his own stench and remember the smell of rain-wet grass.
But he'd never forgotten the whisper of Adora's skin under his fingertips -- never forgotten everything about her that said, "Woman."
"Kid," he calls DG. It's a pathetic defense against what he knows: behind those wide eyes is a woman. The body that leans against his for a second's comfort belongs to a woman. The heart that's heavy with guilt for things that can't be undone belongs to a woman.
Cain fears he belongs to two women now.