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?”
“Not everyone,” Syx snapped, “Just cock sucking PIGS!” he was getting ridiculously angry, enough that if he was in his right mind he’d be horribly embarrassed about it.
It was at that point that Sheldon turned up, dressed to the nines in a light grey suit. He took in his upset boyfriend and the screaming blue man and slide up beside Wayne, wrapping a possessive arm around him. Narrowing his eyes at the thug version of himself before them Sheldon said lowly, “Watch your tongue. There is exactly one person that’s allowed to call him that and never in that context.”
“Wow.” Was all Wayne could say. Guy had obvious issues, and he wasn’t about to stick around to let the man lay em all on him.
Though, at that point, Sheldon actually turned up and Wayne looked down at him, wrapping an arm back around him.
“Oh there you are. Didn’t I say casual?” He asks with a raised eyebrow at the suit, side-eyeing Syx a little just to make sure he wasn’t about to be on the attack or anything.
Sheldon spared his mate a glance, “You did, but I like this suit,” he preened, “And you know you love it too.”
Syx blinked at the pair, the gears clicking in his head. Sheldon Scott… the blue man raised by the Scott family… and Wayne Woodridge the muscle-bound fly boy raised in the prison. It was like looking into a fun-house mirror of his life. Seeing their easy comfort, they way they touched each other, filled him with a horrible dark envy. Wayne was a cop. Sheldon was someone that Harrison was close with and said he was in business too. Would have grown up with that silver spoon in his mouth that Syx had always hated Wayne for.
How many times had he longed for that life himself? Craved it. Hell, that was one of the reasons he’d first envisioned the reset button. But seeing it?
His jaw clenched, glaring at the couple. He couldn’t even find words.
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