Bring Your Supervillain to Work Day
[He glares in embarrassment, not that Harrison can see him. He works his way down the other aliens back as he responds quietly.] …Why are you pushing this now?
That stops Harrison for a moment. He certainly hadn’t intended to bring this up and usually he just settles for teasing Megamind and moving on. Why does it feel different this time.
He twists to face Megamind. ”I’m not trying to push anything. I would just like you to be honest about it. I mean, I suppose I am going to marry Wayne soon and I know you two have been working on being friends. I’d just like to have all the cards on the table.”
[His hands stop as he looks back at him with the slightest hint of fear in his bright green eyes. He thinks it over, repeatedly, trying to think of the proper response. To his knowledge, it’s okay to trust Harrison with something like this. For all he knows, Harrison may have overheard something about this very thing between he and Mykaal in the videos he accidentally saw. He looks away and sighs,] I… I’ve had fantasies. That’s it. I’ve never thought to try to act them out. Ever. [He hopes like hell he’s not blushing, but he knows he MUST be.] …There. Happy?
"Why not? I mean, why not try to act them out? Were you worried it would ruin the Game or were you just shy?" Harrison asked, head cocked. He can’t imagine wanting someone like that for that long and not even making a move.
[He groans in annoyance, loudly. This is uncomfortable!] I… don’t know, okay?! For once, yeah, I don’t know…! I guess the Game, yeah. I never really thought about this before. But it was probably that. I guess. [He’s rambling, but he’s a little too embarrassed to go silent.]
"I’m not attacking you," Harrison clarified, putting up both hands. "I’m just trying to understand." He reaches for the lotion and begins rubbing it onto his blue pecs. "So how come you freak out every time he accidentally touches you? If I had a crush on someone and they were feeling me up, I’d be elated!"
[Megamind sounds increasingly irritated— bitter, even.] Because there’s. no. point. It wasn’t going to happen, and it’s still not going to happen!