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[The mention of Psycho running into a demon has Wayne questioning several things. Was Syx referring to the main Psycho Delic he knows, the second one slithering back in, or one from Syx’s own dimension? Of the three options, he’d prefer that it was the first. Sure, a third Psycho who will talk to this Megamind means that there is a level of control there, but that would also mean that that Psycho might use magic and that is not something he would enjoy battling regularly.]

[Wayne scoffs at the mention of the other Metro Man.] If he’s getting lazy just because there are other heroes around, then it’s quite possible he is like the usual versions of myself you can see around here. A quitter. There are at least two nearly identical versions of myself that have retired from the Game. And they did so before this overlapping dimensional nonsense. Girly’s Metro Man is one of them.

“Be nice,” Harrison cautioned his mate.  He knows his husbands dim view of most of the other Wayne’s in town, but he doesn’t want him insulting Syx’s other lover.  

“I do some business with one of the Wayne Scotts who never came out as Metro Man before faking his own death.  He’s married to Bernard, the curator of the Metro Man slash Megamind museum.”  Harrison shrugged.  “But he is right, most of the other Wayne’s in town are out of the game or never got in it.  Leaves my man as the main hero in town.”  And he blows his Wayne a kiss.    

Syx frowned, “That has to be taxing… I had a good system back home to keep things under control, but it’s all fallen apart here,” her took a drink from his cocoa before picking at what was left on his plate, “Considering the mess everything is in, I’m not sure if rebuilding is even possible.”

The idea that the standard state for Wayne to exist in is a quitter doesn’t bode well with Syx. He’d been growing ever increasingly worried about Wayne. 

[Making a dull noise of acknowledgement, Wayne takes another bite of his pancakes. Harrison can be as business-like and friendly as wanted with the other Wayne’s, but he’ll have no part in it. Just because they have a new life doesn’t mean that they weren’t in the wrong and it doesn’t mean he can’t make sure they know it.]

[He returns the gesture to his husband before turning his attention back to Syx.] Personally, I think you should drop the idea of rebuilding. All that would equate to is trying to force a square peg into a round hole. I’m not saying you shouldn’t use any of your old methods, I’m saying that trying to put things back exactly like they were before is going to blind you to new opportunities and will just frustrate you when things don’t work.
You are in a new city with new problems and new resources, work with them.

Harrison turned to smile warmly at his mate.  This is why Wayne is a good hero – hell the best hero in town.  His husband knows just what to say.  He gets people and knows how to tell them what they need to hear.  

“I agree,” he chimes in between bites of bacon.  “I know it will be a lot of work to start from scratch, but there are also a lot of new possibilities here.  You can’t deny that part of your mega mind is iching for the challenge as well as the opportunities.”   And he winks at Syx with a flirty grin.  

Syx groaned and slumped dramatically in his chair, his hands thrown up into the air, “How am I supposed to gain any semblance of control over a mess like this! Most of my brain bots can’t even tell the difference between mine and the other Megamind’s Lairs! And that’s not even getting into helping Anna with whatever her curse is and Wayne being moody and I still need to talk to Miss Ritchi, and my Da- …Warden changed. Some of my Uncles did too…” he sank down further, it was just too much as once, “I feel like I’m drowning.”