On his way to his daily visit to the Metro Man/Megamind Museum, Nath spotted an equally large man. Stuffing his hands in his trench coat, he suddenly regretted that he was wearing sweats. More self-conscious around another version of himself than the humans that were more easily ignored. With a somewhat sheepish grin, he said, “Hey.”
Wayne blinked and raised his head from the display he’d been looking at only to be greeted with a copy of himself. Just, much older and with longer hair and wow.
He’d let himself go.
Squaring that thought away because bad Wayne, you don’t know what others have been through stop being so judgemental, he gives the guy a smile and extends a friendly hand.
“Hey. Name’s Wayne. The same?” He asks of his older double.
“I’ve been going by Nathaniel,” Nath shrugged a shoulder, “Considering I’m living with myself-” he stopped mouth open and mentally cringed, “-ah, just for lack of confusions sake.”
He was horrible at this. Dear lord. Hadn’t talking to crowds once been easy? Or at least, if not easy at least functionally so. Painfully out of practice, that’s what he was. Being alone was easier… but it’d made everything else harder. He’d forgotten how to fake being human. Wayne… his Wayne… had been helping with that… but it was hardly the same as being in public.
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