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?”
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.
“ You know I was going to smear ice cream on your top, right?” Wayne asks, grinning, though he had no more ice cream now thanks to a certain someone.
Looking over at Syx, Wayne gently tried to guide Sheldon away.
“C’mon let’s go get some cones, this guy needs to sort himself out.” He says softly, that glare was absolute murder and he didn’t want to stick around and risk a fight, or Sheldon getting hurt somehow.
“You’re a monster!” Sheldon exclaimed in mock horror and some actual distress, “You wouldn’t…”
Syx made a distressed noise as they started to move away. Shitshitshit! Harrison was friends with this Sheldon, had said he wanted them to meet. FUCK! This was going to end up looking bad and he really didn’t want to ruin the impression his potential new lover had of him. Plus his own curiosity over both of them wared against his self-hatred. Cursing he called out, “Look we got off on the wrong foot, okay? My name is Syx Blue.”
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