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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 let out a soft breath, soaking in the kisses, his arms wrapping around Harrison again, “Only three days this time.”

The longest he’d ever stayed in that horrible room was a week and a half because he’d been seriously injured. At least the room had the television. He’d earned a true solitary room a few times in the past. Lossing the tv was always the worst. It took away the only thing he had to keep himself out of his own head. Even that sometimes wasn’t enough. It hadn’t been this visit. 

“Oh honey,” Harrison sighed, leaning up to kiss Syx on the forehead.  He couldn’t imagine three whole days of nothing but bad tv.  He was willing to bet Metro City gifted did not get the premium channels.  He’d go mad without people to talk to and smell and socialize with.  

Suddenly even his touch and kisses didn’t feel like enough.  “Come on,” he said, taking Syx’s head and guiding him to his California king sized bed.  He turned down the sheets and gestured for Syx to get in.  

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact.