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.
Syx looped his arm over Harrison’s brainbot as well so he was held up by both and let them fly him over to the terrace. When his feet touch the ground he took the few steps more and dropped his head to Harrison’s shoulder, “You have a lot of security. I’d have called but I don’t have my phone.”
As soon as Harrison sees him up close, he knows it’s Syx. He instantly wraps his arms around the other man, noting the familiarity of the scratchy prison uniform fabric. Â
There was no doubt where he’d come from.
“It’s okay, you’re always welcome in my home.  I’ll add you to the security override list,” he says, reaching up to caress the back of Syx’s large blue head with a soft manicured hand.  “What happened?”
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.”
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