“Oh honey,” Harrison gasped, wrapping his arms around Syx and drawing him into a tight embrace. He hadn’t heard that particular term in a very very long time, and instantly he knew. This wasn’t about the egg. It was about what had created it. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He’d known men like that in his childhood in prison, but he’d been lucky. If any of those men had so much as looked at him, they got a beat down from one of his prison uncles while the warden looked the other way. He had access to all sorts of things that were forbidden in gen pop and it hadn’t been hard to sneak the right guy a shiv. They left him alone after that.
“Honey, honey, honey,” he said softly, stroking the back of Syx’s head. He can feel the guilt coming off the other man in waves, but he’s not sure why. Had Syx killed him for what he’d done? Harrison was remarkably okay with that. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes I did!” Syx hissed back, “I smashed it. My… my egg. I killed it,” that image had haunted him worse then the dead monster. Was the reason more then anything that he’d turned the shiv on himself. His Uncles had found ways to deal with the rapist guard once they’d uncovered who’d caused their precious blue boy so much pain. But the damage had already been done.
“Oh Syx,” Harrison let out a pained sigh of his name as he continued to hold the other man close. “Honey. Listen to me, okay? You were fifteen years old, living in a prison, and you had just been abused. If that isn’t a perfect scenario for not having a child, I don’t know what is.”
Syx swallowed, he was being unreasonable, he knew he was, but that never stopped the feelings, “Yeah… would have been worse on the streets.”
He’d run way shortly after he’d healed from his injuries. Left the prison and his dad. Most of the time he and Minion had barely had food. They’d nearly died the first winter out on the streets. Michigan was a cruel bitch covered in snow and ice. It would have been no place for a child. It had barely been a place for him.
He shuddered again, his head resting limply on Harrison’s shoulder. He felt like a small child again and just as helpless, “Please… I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
It was easier to hid away. To try and forget. Not that his mind with it’s perfect recall ever would let him.
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