"Don't let go, then," he teased, crouching down so Kirk could climb on. When he'd first met Kirk, it'd been blatantly obvious that Kirk had someone he was either mated to or close with on a fairly regular basis. It was a very foreign smell, and it had Caine wondering just what kind of person gave off such a scent. Kirk was wild and carefree, like Caine tried to be when he was working off some stress, and he admired that. It isn't something he'd have for himself, probably, but that was alright. He could get a bit of it when he had to.

"Alright, ready?" he asked, hoisting Kirk up onto his back and supporting the other's legs with his arms. "If you thought I was good using my arms for balance, just wait--"

Caine takes off, easily, as though he wasn't carrying another adult male. This time, he's taking to the open dome. No streets, he's running on thin air and gliding in large, slow arcs.