Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike.
He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.
“Oh… uh, thank you?”
Syx froze, “James Woodridge? The prison Warden?” he could just see it. Perfect Wayne in daddy’s lap. Making daddy proud. Being a perfect son. Someone who could stand next to daddy in public. Someone daddy didn’t have to hide, “He adopted you?” publicly adopted him. The ice cream in his hand dripped down his wrist as he stared into space.
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