Another day in New York [Wrecker]

Hearing Wrecker talk about how a brush tickled his cheeks made Damian think about brushes running against his cheek, which made it feel as if he had a small tickling sensation, causing him to smile as well. There was that and the fact that a smile was just an infectious thing really. It was nice to atleast have someone who was fine with just hanging out with him, sort of made the whole loneliness something that he wasn't too bothered by. At the very least having someone else to hang out with in the earlier years would have helped.

Having rolled onto his side, he realized that he was sort of leaning against the other male, as they seemed to stretch out before relaxing on the bed as well. As expected being close to a person was warm, but then again he was a naturally warm person, so that was strange. "The best cool ally in the history of allies." He said with another chuckle, sort of just leaning against Wrecker as his mind did the usual. Off a whim more than anything he softly poked the male in the stomach, wondering if it was as cushioned as it looked and was surprised to find that it was.

"So what do you feel like doin now?"

The male appeared to jerk from the poke, though Atlas could not help but laugh at their reaction. For some reason people seemed to have such a negative reaction to being poked in the stomach, something about it amused him to no end. However, within seconds they seemed to go into a more comfortable position, curled up slightly before returning to their nap position with Damian slightly nestled against them without thinking too much of it. From the sound of their voice, it made it seem like they were slightly tired. That put testing out the bed into context and a nap was something that he would have liked anyway.

The whole latching onto things when he slept was something else entirely, likely something to just make the sleeping experience more...safe feeling for him. "Sounds fair to me, I could go for a nap right now. So we do that and then that stuff later." He said feeling the comfortable softness of the bed sort of lulling him into sleep even if he didn't feel so tired. Yawning, he sort of just layed there. Getting to sleep was somewhat hard when you didn't need to, but he would manage somehow.

Sleep would come eventually, as Damian sort of let one arm and leg drape over the male as they fell into sleep. It wasn't exactly a teddy bear but it would do for now, not like he was known for being picky anyway. Soon enough he fell past the cusp of consciousness into the darkness of sleep as he didn't really go through any kind of dreaming. For some reason dreams just did not come to him and so he slept there comfortably with a warm body close to him and a soft bed underneath him. His breathing slowed down as the time went by, and yet sleep was not something that would hold him forever.

Four hours passed this way, until his eyes would slowly begin to open. Two mismatched orbs taking in the face that was now so close to his. It may have happened during the nap, Damian was not so sure about that, but then again he didn't care. Not like anything illegal was happening, so it was all good as far as he was concerned. Moving his hand, he found himself tapping his index finger softly against the males chest in a rhythm, one that only he was really privy to until they woke up. "Morning sunshine." He noted with a small smile, not really stopping the negligible tapping.

"Did you sleep well? You look like you did anyway."

They mentioned the fact they were jumbled together, but didn't quite really do anything about that. It seemed likely they he did not quite mind that they were in that position, so he didn't do anything about it and sorta just rested his head on Wreckers shoulder. It was comfortable, enough to make him not want to move anyway. A hand was even place over his, stopping the tapping but bringing up a slightly new feeling within his chest. It was alien, but nice as well, enough to keep him from shirking away from the contact. "It's all good. I kinda like this anyway." He noted mirroring the smile being shown to him.

"I think so too. Bed is just too comfy, though you're pretty comfy yourself." He added lightly rubbing his check against the shoulder he was laying against. There was something that usually happened around this time and yet he could not think of what that something was. It came to mind within a few seconds, and yet he was not sure if that was the right thing to do. A lack of most social graces meant he was working on assumptions more than anything else. "I kinda don't want to move, but I guess we got to eventually." He said, nestling his face into their neck comfortably.

Atlas chuckled softly at the small joke that the male appeared to make about them being comfortable. Much like most people, Wrecker had a particular smell about them that his superhuman senses could not quite ignore, something that smelled a little more favorable than usual. The whimper they made however made him pull back, letting his eyes hover to the males face with a slightly curious expression on his face. Their response was an interesting one, made it seem like he didn't want to move from the spot, and he could agree to that much. Fingers were run through his slightly messy light brown hair, drawing a pleased hum from the male as they returned to nestle against their neck.

That was when he came up with an idea, though what to do with that idea was the question within Damian's mind. It was something that he only saw in movies, so he had to question if it would really work. Thinking what the hell, he softly pressed his lips against the exposed flesh that he rested his face against, wondering what would happen. Seemed like it should do something good, so he went for it anyway.

Honestly he wasn't sure what was happening, and then all of the sudden something happened. He found his head plopping softly against the plush bed as they rolled away, seemingly troubled by what he could hear. Things had gotten awkward, likely his fault more than Wrecker's. Social ques were likely misread, and yet he doubted they would believe something like that from him. Humans his age likely knew what they were doing, he was to be expected to do the same and here he was making a stupid mistake like that here of all places. His mind began to run around, bouncing off of invisible metaphorical walls as he internally panicked from the massive mistake that had ended being perpetrated. I guess this explains why I don't have any friends, well aside from never having a chance to make them. Well...that explains a lot.

Finally rousing from his internal conflict he looked to the male as they mentioned something about keeping things professional. "Keeps things professional...yeah." He muttered, likely still loud enough. Letting a deep breath hiss through his teeth, he stood up, picking a shirt out from one of the drawers and slipping into it. Just some time to think was something that he needed, though he found himself more worried that their partnership was over before it began. "I...need to go out and think. Feel free to stay around or whatever." Just being alone for a while felt like the right things to do and so he would do it. So with that, he opened the nearest window and was gone.

Ascending high into the air, he could feel the city itself grow smaller as he got higher until the only sound was the loud whooshing of the wind. It was chilly, but nothing that he couldn't get over, the sound of people was drowned out, allowing him the time to think to himself. Shutting into himself as his mind ran over what had happened, why he had done what he did. Everything seemed right to him, but suddenly it all fell apart. He didn't know exactly what he did that was wrong, yet there was something that made Wrecker feel awkward within that situation, something that made them want to get out of it. Lost within his own thought, time passed by slowly or quicker than he expected that it would. Soon enough, he felt it was time that he got back home and the began to descend.

How long had passed he didn’t know, but he slipped back through the same window that he had flown out of. Aside from looking slightly windblown, he didn't look too different. That was when he caught something, the smell of a person still within this apartment. He knew it just from a single whiff, bringing up a question as he looked around to find them. It appeared that they were still in the kitchen, raising a single brown curiously as the awkwardness reared up once again. At the very least he hoped they weren't going to stop associating with him entirely. His expression wasn't mad mostly, just slightly confused at what had gone on, though he wanted more than anything to talk things out.

"You're still here?" His voice didn’t hold an annoyed tone really, more just curious. Resting his elbows on a counter he waited to see if they had anything to say.

Their expression showed they weren't too angry with him, which was nice enough. They needed to talk so he would talk along with them, choosing the recliner and sitting on it cross legged. All of this was still awkward, but not as much as it was. In fact, they wanted to know if he knew what exactly he was doing. "Admittedly I did not know exactly what I was doing meant." He said with a sigh, slightly flustered by the question about having romantic feelings for him. "I wouldn't say romantic feelings, but I like you. I think you're pretty cool....but I don't know how this thing works."

Likely he could pick up that he was flustered, drawing his knees to his chest and just wrapping his arms around them. "You're the first person I've really interacted with beyond...well where I grew up." He explained with a shrug, realizing how pathetic he looked. "Guess you could say I'm sorta socially retarded. The whole kissing thing just seemed like it worked. Not great now when I think about it."