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You lean down, brushing your hand cautiously against the edge of the recycling bin before reaching in, grasping at the little one within it and pulling him out.
Big eyes look up at you, watery and wide. Tilting your head, you give the impression of a smile.
Tears well up in Caine's eyes as you rest a hand against his jaw, wiping away his tears, and then encompassing him into a hug.
His hands scrabble up to grip at your sides, shoving his head forwards into your chest as you protect him from the outside world, circling him.
You tell him he's done his best, and that it will be alright.