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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?”

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Harrison starts rubbing Syx’s back for comfort but he’s not sure how to respond.  

God their relationship was complex!  

While he’s certainly learned a lot about Megaminds and their Metro Mans over the last few years, he came to this planet alone.  Until he moved to Metro City, he’d never met another alien much less grown up with one.  And he’s certainly never spent a lifetime thinking of anyone as flawless.  He looks to Wayne for answers, hoping his level-headed mate will know what to say…..

[By his definition, being able to get through invulnerability at all, however temporarily or lightly, implies a flaw. Clearly Syx doesn’t think so, but Syx also sounds lovesick, so it’s quite possible that the man’s view is skewed. it sounds like Syx sound be giving the other hero a diamond, not comparing the guy to one. It’s tempting to say just that, but it’s not really his place to play matchmaking for a couple he doesn’t know well.]

Oddly enough, my hair is safe from such evil ploys. But I suppose that just further proves the differences between your Metro Man and myself. [Shrugging he gestures to Syx’s abandoned food, including the untouched coffee-cocoa.] There is no use fretting over something that is not an issue and letting in ruin your appetite. But, if you would like information in case it becomes an issue, feel free to ask.

Looking back at the food, Syx nodded. He needed to eat. Hadn’t had nearly enough food while he’d been in prison and the quality of the meals was always horrible anyway. Eating rather mechanically, he paused after a bit to take up his drink. Chugging half of it quickly after he took a steadying breath.

“Well you definitely stand out now,” he offered, trying to get out of his own head, his own thoughts. They spiralled too much. Syx worried his bottom lip, picking up his fork again, he wasn’t even sure what to say anymore. His head spinning. Finally, he managed, “Though even clothed I wouldn’t mistake you for my Wayne. At least domestically. If I fight Metro Man any more I’ll… just have to be more careful about making sure I get the right one… not that… I think that will happen… anymore…” 

There was hardly a point to the game now. His energy draining, he started eating again.

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Immediately Harrison drops his fork into the pile of whipped cream and reaches out to put a steadying hand on Syx’s silky back. He knows the fear that comes with loving a working hero.

“It’s okay,” Harrison said reassuringly. “Most of the anons are just sadistic pranks and none of those injuries were life threatening.” He doesn’t say anything about Waynes invulnerability being offline for months after Rapunzel’s death or Lady Safeword. Those are Wayne’s stories to tell if he wants. He looks to Wayne hoping his next words will also reassure their guest.

Easy, easy. Not everyone here has dealt with as many of Anon curses as I have. And that includes the heroes. [Wayne is curious about this ‘Anna’s curse’, but now might not be the time to ask about it. Plus Harrison might already know, so he could get his answers without upsetting the other blue man.]

[It’s about then that Wayne realizes he cares. He still might not trust Syx to the same degree that he does his own Megamind, but he trusts him enough not to completely close off reassuring information.] Magic Anon spells are always short term and do not kill or seriously maim. Like Harrison said, they are pranks. And… and to be perfectly honest, all of my most dangerous injuries are because of how my invulnerability works. The claw marks, the puncture mark though my side, the jagged strip on my ribs, the scars on my fist, none of that had to do with magic at all. So, unless your Metro Man has a similar flaw in his invulnerability, he should be fine. Safe.

Frowning lightly, Syx leaned into Harrison’s touch as he listened to their explanation, “Pranks? There’s some sort of twisted god out there fucking with people?” he was too distressed to bother controlling his tongue, the curse slipping out, “What do you mean… flaw? Wayne doesn’t have a weakness, not that I’ve ever found. There are things I’ve found that can temporarily slow him down or disorient him… I’ve made him bald a few time,” he snickered despite himself at the memory, “His hair is far less invulnerable than the rest of him.”

“I’ve never even left a scar of him,” his nemesis had left many of Syx over the years, even if the large man had always regretted it. Just part of the constant imbalance of their relationship. No matter what they were to each other, they were always out of balance, “Wayne is… a flawless diamond… I once thought if I threw myself against him long enough I could… leave a mark? Do something… but I can’t… and I don’t think I ever will,” he found himself admitting softly as he looked away from the others.

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Harrison took a large forkful of what was almost entirely whipped cream, watching the both of them. He wanted to give them both space to feel each other out without pushing…. at least not now. And he is curious how exactly Wayne could make himself ‘stand out significantly’.

[After getting both the cocoa and the coffee started, Wayne turns around to find the whipped cream nearly gone. What he isn’t sure about, is whether or not they are going to be full from the stacks currently on their plates or if they are going to want more.]

[He lifts a brow at Syx. Here again, he would like to know what is going on inside that giant blue head. Clearly it had something to do with this other Metro Man, but none of that is what he would expect for a man thinking about a lover.
Harrison, on the other hand, is easier to read.]

[Even without their bond, it’s clear that his husband just wants to kick back and see how things unfold. Not using super speed, but still moving faster than the blink of an eye, Wayne unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on one of the cabinet doors, then resumes making the two drinks. To the two blue men, it would seem like he simply turned back around and his shirt just vanished. It exposes the myriad of flat white scars and the long raised pink claw marks across his back. He’s willing to bet money, a lot of money, that no other Glaupunk has scars like his. Wendalyn’s aren’t even similar, even if she has him beat in severity.]

Syx’s fork clattered to the table, “What the hell…” his eyes grew wide at the sight of those scars, his heart lurching unbidden, “What!? How in the evil gods is that even possible?”

He hadn’t even realized that he’d stood as his brain automatically tried to reject what he was seeing. Wayne was invulnerable. It was the one truth he’d always know. Counted on. 

Anger followed soon after, teeth clenched. His heart didn’t care that this wasn’t his Wayne. How dare anyone lay hands on Metro Man? Hurt him?! It was unthinkable. Syx demanded, “Who?” 

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Harrison just shook his head with a bemused sigh as he followed the swishing silk.  He’d hoped for Wayne to meet Syx as he truly was, as Harrison knew him.  Wayne had met his share of Megaminds, but Harrison wanted his husband to meet the dominant but still sweet blue man, not the villain persona.  But he also knew from years of watching his mate’s Megamind that the persona was often a shield for when he was nervous or afraid.  If this was the way Syx wanted to start things off, that was his choice.  Harrison wasn’t going to argue.  

He enters the kitchen a few steps behind their houseguest.  “It smells divine baby,” he says sweetly, heading for his mate and placing a kiss on Wayne’s bicep as he stood in front of the stove.  Just a little something to show his adoration, since he knew his beloved would be nervous too.  

[Having totally not been spying on the two men in the bedroom, Wayne
isn’t quite sure how he managed to overcook a batch of pancakes, but the
offending disks are quickly deposited into the trash. He would eat the
evidence himself, but burnt sugar is still sugar. Oh well, he still has
plenty more pancakes to make properly, including some more without
chocolate chips.]

[Unlike the last time they hosted a villain, he
doesn’t have an excuse to cook breakfast while shirtless. Instead, he is
wearing faded black jeans, a royal purple button-down shirt that makes
his eyes less blue, and, as usual at home, is barefoot. He doesn’t look
as flashy as the two blue men walking in, but he doesn’t feel less for
it.]

[Wayne leans down for a proper kiss, not at all being
satisfied by that little arm kiss after how things went last night.] The
bacon is starting to cool, so you guys should get plates. There are
blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes, three different fruit toppings, plus fresh whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

Syx’s bravado faltered watching the cute domestic scene play out. He swept the long robe back around himself again, covering his long blue legs again. He somewhat regretted not switching out of the shorts of the pajamas. 

Chewing on his lower lip he tried to cover his nerves, though he feared he was failing badly. Wayne looks so much like his. And they were adorable together. A small envious ach started in his chest. BUT! The goal was to be a part of this, Harrison wanted him here. The newness of it all just made it more awkward, left him clueless.

Syx looked a bit lost at the request that he get a plate, instead focussing on the food. It seemed like overkill or at least something for a special occasion, “Are you trying to out do Minion? He’ll only take it as a challenge to his culinary skills,” he laughed softly and looked for somewhere to put himself, “Is there cocoa or coffee?”