Syx frowned deeply, just swirling his spoon in the bowl, “I know I’ve mentioned Anna before. She’s been living at the Lair even before I crashed at your place that time,” actually the troubles that had been going on had been part of the reason he hadn’t been ready to go back to the Lair that night, “She’s mine. My mate.”
“You’re married,” he said more defensively than he really meant to, “Sorry I… Wayne and I… He left… no, that’s not true. I left…” Syx sighed, pressing his face into his hands, “He never fought with me but I could tell he wanted to. About Anna. He wanted to be my one and only and I just can’t do that,” he looked pleadingly up at Harrison, “I love Anna dearly. But I… love you too,” he wrung his hands together, “I thought… I mean… you’re married! You understand this, right?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” the villain laughed bitterly, “I’ve dated three people and that’s including you,” he didn’t count fooling around in prison. That wasn’t ever love, it had barely been sex they way most defined it.
“Hey,” Harrison said, his brow furrowing further. He sets down his soup spoon and reaches across the table for Syx’s hands. “I’m not expecting you to have all the answers. And I’m damn well aware that I am married.” In fact his wedding ring was glinting on one of the hands he had outstretched to his lover, offering the other man the comfort of blue skin on skin.
“Sorry, sorry,” Syx sighed, accepting the outstretched hand. The skin contact more soothing than any words could be, “I just don’t want to lose… I… I never knew how to handle Wayne’s jealousy. I don’t want to go through that again. Fuck, I overreacted,” he closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot and a fool.
“I mean, of course, we need to talk about this,” he took a deep breath and tried to settle his head and heart, “We really do. Boundaries. Rules. We both need them… for this,” he felt so lost.
“My girlfriend is a shapeshifter who started living with me because she lost her memory and still hasn’t gotten it back and Wayne kept me a secret,” he admitted bluntly, “Quite literally my only frame of reference for normal relationships is tv and I learned the hard way how unrealistic that is as a reference. Not that this counts as normal anyway. I’ve just been… trying to follow your lead and hoped you knew what this was supposed to be.”
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