Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner.
With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”
Harrison couldn’t help but get a little choked up at that. The idea of Syx with a little blue baby? Oh god it was adorable. And another blue playmate for Devin? A little one that he play big ‘brother’ or more like big cousin to? The mental picture made his lower lip wibble.
“Whenever that day comes, I will be happy to help in any way I can,” he replied heartily, nudging Syx back. Then he suddenly realized how that sounded.
“I mean, with the scientific end, the genetics and logistics of having healthy blue babies,” he rushed to say, moving his head away as he tried to wave his hands in the gesture of no. One child was enough at this point in his life and as much as he loved Syx, he couldn’t imagine raising a child with anyone but Wayne. “Not necessarily with the sexual conception of a child, I mean, assuming that’s what we’re talking about and not some kind of in vitro unless that’s what you want but I’m not sure if that’s what I want–” he babbled, unable to get himself out of the awkward hole he was continuing to dig.
Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”
There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”
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