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Harrison smiled at Syx.  This was the man he wanted his husband to meet, thoughtful and caring, not the one who was angry and defensive.  They were clearly both sides of the same coin, but Harrison liked this Syx much better.  He could be rough around the edges, but he was honest and straightforward, hell, even when it made him vulnerable.  

“Perhaps you can start by calling him Wayne,” he suggested with a grin at the other blue man, then looks to his husband for a response.  

He only hopes Wayne can overcome this terrible first impression and see what he sees in Syx.  

It’s impossible to miss the hopeful shine in his eyes, looking all the world like a child asking to keep a newfound puppy.  

Our Roxanne made similar comments, but only to me in private. I… set
her straight on the matter and she mostly let it drop. And, to my
knowledge, she hasn’t ever said anything like that to Megamind.
[Fighting a blush, Wayne deliberately doesn’t address the prod at his
pride. Not only is he hesitant to admit something like that to his
Megamind, but it would seem rather rude and callous to point out that he
is also concerned with ruining the Game just like this other pair did.
Though, to be fair, his Megamind doesn’t seem to have quite as many
issues.]

[It is nice to know that what he has done for the cit has
probably even had a positive effect on his Megamind as well, even if
they both were without a reference point for it up to that point. It
helps, but Wayne knows that it still doesn’t make up for for basically
forcing John into a life of crime. It doesn’t make up for being a bully.
Still, he gives Syx a nod of acknowledgement.]

[The ‘having room
for more than one Metro Man’ can be taken a couple different ways, but
he opts to take it innocently. Sure, Harrison and Syx have been flirty
and quite interested in eachother, but that doesn’t mean that Syx is
interested in having another Metro Man in a romantic way. Especially
after this.]

[Wayne smiles at his husband for giving such a great
answer.] You could also give me a nickname if it would help separate me
in your mind from your Megamind. It’s why the female Megamind is called
Girly. [He offers weak smile and a shrug.] Beyond that, just treat me
like a person and not a hero.

[He frowns, thinking about exactly
what he just said and then decides to amend his statement.] Well, not
like a hero most of the time.

“Having to constantly go my Wayne and your Wayne is going to get confusing,” Syx pursed his lips, “A nickname? I’m sure I can come up with something.”

He did have a bad habit of nicknaming people, but generally only those he didn’t like, such as the vast majority of the prison guards. But he did have several he used now for Minion and Anna.

Nodding along to what both Harrison and Wayne said, Syx agreed, his lips quirking into a grin, “I can do that. Person unless you’re in costume?”

Aware that they were all out on the balcony, he felt rather like an ass for making such a scene. Chewing on his lower lip he looked back towards the kitchen, “Coco’s probably cold now…”

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Harrison was worried that the two would come to blows or perhaps more childish insults but this is much better.  He has never been more proud of his mate than when he is listening to him lay out his life’s work.  This is his husband, the father of his son, the man he’s chosen and he doesn’t regret it for a moment.  He’s cast his lot in with a hero – technically a costumed vigilante – not just because he’s a good man, but because Wayne Michael Scott is probably the best person Harrison has ever known.   There’s no way Syx could miss the soft glow on his face as he looks up adoringly at his beloved.  

However his moment of quiet pride is cut short by the way Syx responds.  Oh it’s certainly correct of him to apologize and Harrison is pleased to hear it is a real apology and not a half-assed one.  But it’s also hard to see his strong dominant villain looking so…. small.  And lonely.  He especially hates seeing Syx with his arms around himself, like he’s trying to hug himself or just hold himself together.  It also solidifies Harrison’s impression that Syx’s Metro Man is a jerk.  

He steps alongside Syx and puts an arm around his shoulder, rubbing it gently.  “It’s alright, you’re still new here.  It takes some time to learn that even though people might look the same and act very similar, they can also be very different.  Give it time,” he says soothingly.  He licks his lips, waiting to see how Wayne will respond.  

[That Syx lets it go and even apologizes is shocking, but he can’t really enjoy the win, not with the guy looking like a kicked puppy. It’s a hollow victory to be right, to derail someone going off half-cocked, and yet somehow end up feeling like you’re still being a bully. It’s not fair.]

[He watches the other man for a long moment, several emotions shifting through him. Satisfaction, irritation, curiosity, bitterness, and eventually Wayne settles for low grade frustration.] Just… just try not to take your issues with that Metro Man out on me again in the future. And, if I were your Metro Man, then we’d would still be continuing the game as it has always been because I’m too afraid to tell my Megamind that I’m interested in him like that.

Unfolding a bit at Harrison’s touch, Syx rubbed his hands over his face roughly, trying to do something with his horrible mix of emotions. He frowned at the hero’s admission, “You’re… married to a blue man and you are still afraid to tell your Megamind you like him?” Syx bit his lip, he had no right to call it stupid considering, “I-it was more an accident than anything that Wayne and I even hooked up. We got in an argument when a battle derailed and… Roxanne made a joke about just kissing already… I’m pretty sure she was the only one of us all that knew. I would never have told him-” he looking away “-either of them. That I loved them. So yeah, I suppose you’re right. It would have turned out about the same in the end.”

Chewing on his bottom lip he added, “Everything you said about what you’ve done for Metrocity… I think I would have ended up a lot less angry at you, though,” It would have been nice to not feel so alone in trying to fix the rotten core of the city. But… this was his city now. This was a Metro Man in this city. Maybe… maybe it would be better? 

He offered Wayne a soft tentative smile, “I suppose I have room enough in my life for more than one Metro Man, especially when the package deal makes such good company,” he brought his hand up to cover Harrison’s on his arm, thankful for the calming presence of other blue man he’d become so very fond of, “I have no idea where to go from here? Getting to know you and not Metro Man.”

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“Syx,” Harrison sighed, not bothering to hide his irritation.  Gods save him from whatever this was.  Why did he constantly find himself pulled between a Metro Man and a Megamind in their demented pissing contest?  Why couldn’t they just do the things that normal boring people do?  

[As frustrated as Harrison clearly feels, Wayne isn’t about to ignore a
clear invitation to set things straight. He’ll likely hear about it
later, but that moment is a ways away and not taunting him in his own
house.]

Firstly, you haven’t the slightest idea what it’s like to live with the Scotts, to be an utter disappointment for being an alien, for being gay, for being a hero. And to then be told by everyone that you have no right to complain because you are living the american dream. But, hey, living in a mansion totally makes up for emotional abuse, right?

But I will admit that being rich gave me a unique perspective on society. I got to see other rich people gloat about their real estate wins and then be the one to have to rescue people out in the cold or arrest people forced into crime all because their homes were torn down or their jobs were destroyed. In that same trend I’ve also heard those same businessmen brag about how little they pay for anything and the deplorable conditions they deem acceptable for their staff.That clearly gives me no perspective on how bad things are around the city.

If one were to do some digging, their are several funds,
scholarships, and donations set up to help people within this city. I
might do plenty publicly, but it doesn’t compare to what is set up
without my name directly attached to it. I invest in businesses who
deserve a chance but would otherwise fail without a bank’s backing.
Businesses like one of Megamind’s uncles opening and maintaining a
restaurant. I make sure to keep places like that as a safe haven for all
walks of life.

I might not destroy buildings that would
otherwise be taken advantage of, but I certainly let Megamind do so.
And, if they aren’t on his list of battle locations, I’ll make sure the
place ends up wrapped up in so much red tape that the building can’t be
touched for years.

I have helped push through the insurance laws to cover people’s homes
from battle damage. I set up the local fund to rebuild battle damaged
buildings.

I have personally and publicly forced the bar
higher on schools across the board, from their funding to their lunches. I build the anti-bully programs.

You want to go on
about all you’ve done and then try to act like I’ve done nothing when
you haven’t even tried seeing anything beyond what your Metro Man hasn’t
done. I will readily admit that many of the things that I’ve done for
this city, with and without my name attached, are either because I
looked back and saw things that were wrong while I was growing up or
because I deal with the problems almost daily and know that issue is on a
bigger scale than I can handle directly.

[He leans in to be on eye level with Syx.] Now tell me again how I don’t care and am unaware what’s wrong with my city.

The self-righteous fury drained out of Syx as Wayne ranted, his face crumpling as he shifted to wrap his arms around himself. It was horrible and masochistic but he would rather have been hit. The fight drained out of him, he just felt bone weary. 

“I can see why you love him,” he told Harrison softly. Finally taking a deep breath he murmured, “You aren’t my Wayne. Mine… never put that much thought into… anything…” he struggled to voice, finally meeting Wayne’s eyes, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, “If you’d been mine…” he doubted that the game would have lasted as long as it had. They could have even… worked together? The very thought sparked something deep in his mind even as his thoughts tried to rejected the possibility. It could never work… surely…

“I… was wrong,” he sputtered out, “I’m sorry.”

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Harrison winced as Wayne clattered his plate, and knew that his response was exactly the wrong one.  But he had to admit, he wasn’t prepared for the extent of the reaction for Syx.  It was more than just a reaction, it was an explosion.  One the blue man suspected was brought on not just by his mate but by the stress of his recent prison stay, his own complex relationship with his Wayne, and the overwhelming changes that came with skipping into an entirely new dimension.  But Wayne’s words and piss poor attitude didn’t help.  

Harrison opened his mouth to object to several points, but as Syx just kept going, he found himself opening and shutting it like a guppy.  He couldn’t get a word in edgewise on that tirade.  And when Syx whirled on his heel and stormed out the balcony, Harrison had no idea if he should follow him or not.  He looked to Wayne, utterly uncertain the best way to respond.  

[Wayne is only taken aback by Syx’s outburst for a moment, before settling right back into irritation. His face, however, only reflects mild amusement. It’s funny when somebody thinks they know something and are dead wrong. And, if he didn’t think that Harrison would get made at him, he’d prop his chin on his fist midair and smile at this Megamind.]

[His mate’s questioning look only gets a shrug in reply. He’s not sure what started all that, but he’s not about to let it go. Harrison can try to calm Syx down… after he’s had his piece. Wayne leisurely heads for the balcony.]

Turning only once he was outside, Syx faced the man who’d followed him. Chin held high, and jaw clenched, “Here to put me in my place, Scott?”

He was ready to bit hit, to be thrown off the balcony, sent back to jail. Yelled at. Laughed at. Honestly, nothing would surprise him. 

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Harrison was about to say he’d be happy to help design a system so errant brainbots can find their way home, but then Syx nearly cold clocks him.  He quickly ducks, ensuring that the other blue man doesn’t make contact.  He may not be a natural fighter, but he does still work with Makk on self defense twice a week.  

“Wayne has a nemesis and I have a friend named Megamind,” Harrison replies, not sure how he feels about Syx’s attitude or the abrupt change in subject.  The fact that he’s practically ducking punches doesn’t seem to bode well.  Nor does Syx’s martyr complex.  “And yes, he has a tongue piercing.”  

[Wayne frowns at Syx and the implication that only Syx could fix things. It’s not like there weren’t plenty of other competent heroes and villains within the city. It’s not just this Megamind’s city anymore and the man is going to have to learn that sooner or later. And, if the man wants to be obtuse about it, then he might just have to teach Syx before someone does in a much rougher way.]

[Quietly eating his pancakes, he watches the pair chat. It’s always nice being dismissed. At least it’s a good opportunity to compare Megaminds. His Megamind is certainly less of a self-centered jerk.]

Syx pulled back in on himself thoughtfully, “Right, right, so I mean there are at least three actual Megaminds including me” 

He rubbed his forehead and sighed. He could feel Harrison’s disapproval like a creeping up his back. It made him keenly aware of the tone of the room. This is why he preferred to work at a distance from people unless he was used to them.

He busied his hands with his coffee and tried to press on, “Girly was confused too. I’m… seriously the only Megamind that tried to do anything to fix the city?” the very idea stabbed at him, “No one else cared?”

He’d worked so hard. Even when he had to do it from the shadows. Even when the people he helped would reject him if he’d given it to them with his own blue hand. He’d built it all from the ground up. Just him, Minion, his creation and his few Uncles. He never meant for it to get so complicated, so huge. He supposed he should be happy that it fell apart… but now it just seemed like everything he’d done had been pointless if there was nothing to even show for it.

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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.”

[He shakes his head at Syx’s theatrics, somewhere between amused and annoyed at the behavior. If the man wasn’t being so negative, it would just be funny. As it is, well, a Megamind shouldn’t be such a quitter.] You are trying to take on too much all at once. You need to take things step by step.Your criminal activities can sit on the back burner since there are plenty of heroes and villains here to keep the new people in check. As for the brainbots, I can’t say that I understand why them getting mixed up is an issue. Most of them will listen to any blue person equally, meaning you haven’t lost any man- bot power. You’ve gained the ability to utilize the other Megaminds’ brainbots. Now, your family and friends, that is up to you to take your time to sort it out. But, again, don’t try to sort everything out at once. It won’t work.

Syx looked up enough to scowl at Wayne, “It matters because they’re mine. You might go around smashing them all willy-nilly, but they are my creations. I don’t want the old one’s getting lost just because they can’t find home anymore.”

“How can I not worry about everything?” he flung his arm out barely missing Harrison, “Everything is a mess and I have to fix it,” it was a need that had driven his since the very beginning. He could see solutions, it was just making others agree to those solutions that always got him in trouble.

Not that a Metro Man would understand or likely even care. Not that it mattered. It was his problem. His and the Blues. They’d just have to pull back and tighten up what they could control for now. Access things before trying to reclaim lost territory. 

Filling those thoughts to the back burner of his mind, Syx tried to refocus the conversation. He ran the conversation back through his mind and pulled out, “So you have a Megamind yourself?” he looked at Harrison, “A villainous one? I’m assuming the one with the tongue stud you mistook me for?”