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 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
Harrison rooted around in a few drawers before finding what he was looking for, and when he emerged it’s holding short silky pajamas, custom tailored for his tiny frame in black satin with blue piping.  “I promise you, nothing feels as good as satin after a long day.  You look like you could use something soft on your skin.”  He reaches up, caressing on of Syx’s cheeks for emphasis. Â
Syx cupped Harrison’s hand with his own and rubbed his cheek on the offered hand, the stubble on his jaw rough, “Soft is good,” he sighed.Â
His life was hard, metal and concrete. He allowed himself the indulgence of soft occasionally, but never for long. It only made returning to the harshness of reality crueler. This, though… this was a stolen moment. He’d enjoy every second of softness.
He turned his head to kiss Harrison’s palm, “You’d be softer.”
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