Harrison took a large forkful of what was almost entirely whipped cream, watching the both of them. He wanted to give them both space to feel each other out without pushing…. at least not now. And he is curious how exactly Wayne could make himself ‘stand out significantly’.
[After getting both the cocoa and the coffee started, Wayne turns around to find the whipped cream nearly gone. What he isn’t sure about, is whether or not they are going to be full from the stacks currently on their plates or if they are going to want more.]
[He lifts a brow at Syx. Here again, he would like to know what is going on inside that giant blue head. Clearly it had something to do with this other Metro Man, but none of that is what he would expect for a man thinking about a lover.
Harrison, on the other hand, is easier to read.][Even without their bond, it’s clear that his husband just wants to kick back and see how things unfold. Not using super speed, but still moving faster than the blink of an eye, Wayne unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on one of the cabinet doors, then resumes making the two drinks. To the two blue men, it would seem like he simply turned back around and his shirt just vanished. It exposes the myriad of flat white scars and the long raised pink claw marks across his back. He’s willing to bet money, a lot of money, that no other Glaupunk has scars like his. Wendalyn’s aren’t even similar, even if she has him beat in severity.]
Syx’s fork clattered to the table, “What the hell…” his eyes grew wide at the sight of those scars, his heart lurching unbidden, “What!? How in the evil gods is that even possible?”
He hadn’t even realized that he’d stood as his brain automatically tried to reject what he was seeing. Wayne was invulnerable. It was the one truth he’d always know. Counted on.
Anger followed soon after, teeth clenched. His heart didn’t care that this wasn’t his Wayne. How dare anyone lay hands on Metro Man? Hurt him?! It was unthinkable. Syx demanded, “Who?”
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