Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.
The touch in wonderfully soothing, Syx wrapping his arms around Harrison as they stood there, “Too many heros. Hadn’t been expecting to have a visit home this week. Also wasn’t expecting Daddy to become Momma,” he murmured, the touch and his own exhaustion making him far more honest then he might have been otherwise, “Hate that stupid room.”
“Oh honey,” Harrison sighed softly, continuing to rub the back of Syx’s head gently.  He’s not entirely sure he understood all that, but its clear the other blue man is emotionally and physically exhausted.  “Lets go inside.  We’ll get you out of that awful jumpsuit, into something more comfortable.  You can borrow some of my clothes, no suits, I promise.”  He gives Syx a kiss on the cheek, and with that he takes Syx’s hand to lead him into the penthouse then into his bedroom and back into his giant closet. Â
Syx followed easily behind Harrison, looking around as they walked through the place. It all seemed horribly high maintenance to him, but it was nice. He squeezed Harrison’s hand, running his thumb over the blue man’s knuckles. When they entered the room, Syx didn’t wait for any prompting to strip down to just his underthings. Sitting back heavily onto the edge of the bed in just a pair of white cotton panties and a simple tank top he’d had under the jumpsuit.Â
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