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Wyatt arrived home and groceries were unloaded, with Lukas' help of course, and he began to put in them in their proper places. A couple bags of take out had also been handed off to Lukas, with the gentle suggestion that they eat in bed, so they could more comfortably eat and talk.

He had the feeling the coming conversation was going to be somewhat heavy. He wasn't sure what questions he should ask. He had accepted that anything Lukas thought he should know would simply be given when the other man felt like it. He figured maybe questions would come to him once Lukas got to talking, but he was sure nothing he could tell him about his past would change anything about how he felt for him.

As much as Wyatt would have liked to get a jump on food-prep, actively giving Lukas his full attention with this matter was more important.

So as idle chatter about the day was exchanged, Wyatt changed out of his work clothes and in to a pair of sweatpants and wide-necked t-shirt that almost hung off one shoulder, loose and comfortable. It might have had some graphic on it of a rather phallic succulent that said 'succ it' on it. Maybe.

After folding his work clothes and setting them aside, Wyatt crawled in to bed, propped up by the many pillows he had. Waiting for Lukas to doll out the food from their paper bags, Wyatt took a moment to observe him now that they were settling in for the evening. He could see some tenseness there, and reached out to brush back an errant piece of hair. He loved touching Lukas' hair - running his hands through it, gently petting it, burying his face in it~

"It has been a day though, huh?"

Wyatt snorted a small laugh, "Hm, your hotdog doesn't give me nearly as much anxiety though," he retorted then playfully ordered, "Now hand me my food."

He motioned to the bag. This levity before the coming rain was sweet. Lukas knew much of Wyatt's own story with is ex-husband, and his mental state and actions after the ghosting, thanks to the blog/vlog that he'd quite frankly forgot existed. On the other hand, though, Wyatt had only what little he'd been told and could piece together from Lukas. He wanted to make it easier for Lukas to get out what he'd been holding in. In his own way, keeping things casual, not making too big a deal of it, and soft humor was part of that.

It was safe to open up and lay it bare.

"Honestly, I~ don't even know," Wyatt said as he pulled the wrapper down on his food. "There's not really anything you can say about your past that would change how I feel about the current you that I know. You could have a bloody, murderous past for all I know, and I'd still be here cause haaaa same but~"

Okay well that took a weird direction. Redirect time.

"I know it seems like your parents really love you, so I guess you can start with what life was like before it all went to crap?"

Start with the good. Or, well, presumably good.

Wyattplayfully nudged back, and finished his food as he listened and took notes of little details, filing them away in his mind for later.

"Sounded idealistic - it's a shame the inexperience of youth never seems to cease to throw lives askew~"

Something he knew well. he made so many dumb decisions all those years ago - even if he couldn't remember them all - but he thought he was so smart back then, so sure what to do and how to get it. If he could go back and punch younger him in the face, he would. Of course, younger him wouldn't ever believe what current him would have had to say, either way.

He doubted he would have ever gotten to where he was now without those poor choices and unfortunate circumstances though. Either of them.

Food trash set aside, Wyatt re-positioned a few pillows, got himself propped up more comfortably and gestured with open arms to hold his lover through the melancholy of the tale to come - offering place of comfort and safety from the memories.

With Lukas in his arms, Wyatt gave a light squeeze and nuzzled his face into that cranberry hair before loosening into a more casual grip and listening, chin rested atop that head he'd just had his face buried in.

Ah, yes, thin patience - it wasn't that Wyatt was so uptight all the time. Much of it was show and play - he was simply the kind of guy who, if asked for a bottle of water, would indignantly say 'no' while handing over a bottle of water. Not making things easy was definitely a... personality trait. But he also well knew what it was like to try so hard to try to help someone through their own self-destruction, only to fail. He probably had that same stubbornness to thank for that.

There was no doubt that Wyatt was more mellow now than he was back then. Whether it be from age or just being beaten down from the past, one couldn't argue that it wasn't part of what made him and Lukas work.

"Some of the lessons that make us grow really suck - I don't remember seeing you learning along side me at the school of hard knocks."

The line was delivered gently, with humor to easy the pain.

Wyatt started to explain the school thing was a metaphor or...something like that, but Lukas went on, and so he shut up and listened.

"Well, maybe this is an opportunity to sage the s**t out of them ghosts and replace them with better new, better, memories. Or else they'll linger forever."

Wyatt wanted to sever the association Lukas had of his parents with the memories of his ex. Create new, better, memories to replace it. Instead of dread and regrets, there would be excitement (to share their lives and plans!) and warmth. At least, that's what he hoped for. He wanted to take all the pain and darkness from Lukas' life and shine light and warmth on it. Cheesy as it was, and Wyatt wouldn't say such things, but he'd make every effort to make it so.

He then planted a quick kiss on Lukas' cheek.

"And hey - if there is one good thing about being a powered individual in this cosmic war, it's the healing and immune boost. Like, do you know how many years I spent through walking gross city streets without shoes and suring winter? Also my last stint in the hospital, before I came back to DC, would have been way longer. So, all that to say, We've got a little magic on our side. You can breathe a bit easier when it comes to that sort of thing," Wyatt tried to be reassuring.

"But, when the weather gets gross and makes me dread the thought of even walking, I might just trust you to warm me up some leftovers so I don't starve," he teased, leaning up to rest his chin on Lukas' shoulder and give a small pout. That little pout that he knew Lukas loved.

"The scariest thing you have to worry about me throwing at you is a new recipe."

And Wyatt had read some scary recipes; honestly, whoever was putting tomatoes in cookies needed institutionalized. And he also would stand firm that celery had no place in chicken soup.

Wyatt sat back up, taking a deep breath before all but flinging himself back against the pillows, lounging sprawled out like a spoiled prince amongst the luxurious stuffed squares and tasseled circles.

"So, these parents of yours~" he prompted, fishing for more information about what would one day be his in-laws.

Honestly the thought of one day being married again - being a husband again - was weird. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it, short of maybe a bit jaded. Paper hadn't meant much to his last husband, obviously. Or maybe royal d**k was just too good to pass up. Clearly revenge had meant more. Either way, it didn't diminish the fact that he loved Lukas, and was content to live their lives together in one form or another.

"I don't suppose they took too kindly to their baby boy running away. They seem happy to hear that you're happy now though."

"Yeah, there's some pretty weird s**t out there. My own wonder has sure shown me that. But it has also shown me that there is something to hope and work for. Things I can change and help grow. You know, I told you there were bugs, well, there's some little critters now too. It kinda of spits in the face of the whole science and evolution stuff we've been taught in schools because like, how, but then you kind of accept it and the how doesn't matter anymore. Just that it's there, it exists. Magic~"

Wyatt was rambling. He always rambled when it came to talking about wonders. Especially his.

"You'll see, yours will come back to life too, with care, and time. Like so many things~"

Laying back like he was, he could only reach out and just barely touch Lukas with the lightest brush of fingertips as he beckoned him to join him.

"Oh? That's good to know," Wyatt said in reply to the information about Lukas' parents, and how they took his departure, "Well, I'll definitely show them how well I can take care of you. Or at least your stomach. I'm starting food prep tomorrow, so dinner won't take as long to make. And that morning when they get here - and you're going to have to act like you don't know anything cause I promised I wouldn't say anything - I'm making pancakes with a big spread of topping choices. Something sweet to get the energy up for the day."

But Wyatt had already discussed some of the plans, hadn't he? Didn't hurt to give a refresher on it though, given Lukas may not have taken it in the first time, what with the emotional maelstrom and all.

"Sister, huh? Big sister? Little sister? Do elaborate on what kind of trouble this person is? Family black-sheep? Trouble-making wild-child? Monetary drain due to poor decision making, with five kids by five baby-daddies? Karen?" Wyatt made his joking guesses.

Wyatt didn't know Lukas had a twin, but now the joke, albeit perhaps in poor taste, had to be made;

"Well, for her sake, if it's identical, poor girl," Wyatt said with a sly grin on his face, and he followed up with a quick kiss, "because I'm imagining you in makeup and drag, and it's something."

Of course, from this new position, Wyatt was again playing with Lukas' hair - running his fingers through it, nails lightly brushing against his scalp - and his joking tone again turned more soft and tender, gentle.

"I'm sure with this bridge rebuilt between you and your parents, you'll get to she her again plenty. We've got things running so well here, we can go up and see them come spring, or summer. Maybe a couple times. It's safer than them coming here."

Although, Chaos apparently had control of everywhere but this one singular city, so he was a bit baffled about some things, like why they didn't hear news of mass 'sleeping-deaths' or people collapsing, or monsters. Or why the Negaverse here didn't just call on reinforcements from all over the glove to overtake Destiny City from the sheer numbers they'd have. It didn't make sense. Wyatt tried not to think about it.

For a moment Wyatt brushed his nose against Lukas' and lightly kissed the side of his mouth, then down to his chin, and along his jaw, to the soft juncture of neck and ear where he let his warm breath play against his pulse, all slow and meandering.

He loved this man, and was happy to make plans for the future with him. Excited, even. Especially if it would make him happy.