Good Morning Sunshine

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Harrison set down his fork and without hesitation, leaned his head against Syx’s and wrapped an arm around the other man’s waist.  “I’m sure it will all work out,” he says, shifting to give the other blue man a brief kiss on the top of his head as he snuggles him close.  “My father always said destiny was the path we created for ourselves.  Give both of you some time to adjust to this new role…. and a new Metro City.”  

[Considering that this is a villain Megamind, ‘on top’ is definitely not the way to predict how things will go. Still, he can’t help but want to help this clearly depressed Megamind.]

If that doesn’t work, I can always have a talk with him. Just because won’t let you in, doesn’t
mean he can keep me out. [There is a flicker of red in his eyes again.
While Wayne really does want to help Syx, there is admittedly also a
large part of him that is purely spoiling for a real fight. He knows
himself well enough to know that this other Metro Man probably isn’t going listen to him without having some sense knocked into the guy first.]

Harrison isn’t sure if Syx catches that flicker of red in Wayne’s eyes or if he would even know what it means if he did.  But Harrison knows exactly what it means and gives his mate a wary look.  He’s not sure this situation would be improved by punching things, but that is his mates m.o.  And he’s secretly pleased that his mate sees Syx as someone to protect.  That probably means he doesn’t see him as a threat.  He keeps his head leaned against Syx’s but picks up his fork in the other hand and continues to make work on his breakfast.  

Feeling soft and small in Harrison’s arms, Syx nods, “…create for ourselves…” it was a wonderfully optimistic thought, but you could only expand so far outside of the whole you were dropped into. He knew what he was. They only thing he could be. What he had to be. It wasn’t like he didn’t have fun with it. He’d made it his. Made it enjoyable. It was who he was.

Rising a bit from cuddling against Harrison to look at Wayne, he could only blink with a slow growing smile as the thought settled, “Yeah. Yeah! He’d surely listen to you! He’d have to, right?”

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