Harrison abandons his breakfast, and scampers to follow Wayne, a running refrain of ‘shit shit shit’ playing in his head. As it is, he gets outside just in time to hear Syx bait his husband.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he says, shooting Syx a pointed look. He doesn’t think Wayne is blameless in this, but he doesn’t like the way Syx is talking to his husband and he’s not going to stand for it in his home. “Let’s all just talk about this like rational fucking adults.”
[Crossing his arms, Wayne leans against the open balcony door and just smiles thinly at the whiny man-child sulking on his balcony. Behind him, he can feel Harrison’s panic. But clearly neither of them understand quite how he works.]
[Glancing back at his mate, he offers a dark smile and then refocuses on Syx.] I wasn’t going to lay a single finger on him. I was only going to clarify that I am not his Wayne.
Leaning on the railing and crossing his arms, Syx scowled at the floor, “I know that.”
He’d forgotten for a moment, but he did know. The worst part was he could hardly put his mask back on. He was too worked up and the people around him too important. As much as he and Wayne fought, the crux of that matter was that he did care about Wayne’s opinions. Looking back up at the two men, he fought to get control of his whirling emotions.
“Yet outside of the blatantly obvious,” he waved a hand towards Harrison, “I have yet to see any significant improvement over my universes version. So please enlighten me.”
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