He flinched, expecting a hard impact with the misleadingly soft, plush carpet below, but it wasn't meant to be. His weight was caught by someone, the tell-tale sign of a strong grip molding around him signified that much. It was the name, however, that left him so shocked.
Wild Tiger had been very careful not to used his real name with anyone, so who would know him? Peeling his hands away from his face, stunned blue eyes poured into an identical pair, his partner's.
"Bu-Bunny?!" he squawked in obvious surprise. Of all the places for this man to be in! But that wasn't right; Barnaby couldn't have been a patient. The older man jerked his head forward and saw the shine to the blond's leather jacket. He was in his civilian clothes, not the institutional uniform. So that meant--! Actually, what did that mean?
"Bunny," he said again, looking for the right words to fix all of these questions he had. "What're you doing here?"
Despite the strange turn of events (Almost dying from a crazed woman-hair-cat, suddenly falling head first into the unknown before being caught by his partner), Wild Tiger didn't ask to be put down on the floor. Too relieved to see his partner after months of self-discovery separated them, he lay in Barnaby's grip, comfortable, happy. There was a peace there that couldn't be explained and, frankly, that wasn't the issue right now. Wild Tiger had his other half back with him.
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He flinched, expecting a hard impact with the misleadingly soft, plush carpet below, but it wasn't meant to be. His weight was caught by someone, the tell-tale sign of a strong grip molding around him signified that much. It was the name, however, that left him so shocked.
Wild Tiger had been very careful not to used his real name with anyone, so who would know him? Peeling his hands away from his face, stunned blue eyes poured into an identical pair, his partner's.
"Bu-Bunny?!" he squawked in obvious surprise. Of all the places for this man to be in! But that wasn't right; Barnaby couldn't have been a patient. The older man jerked his head forward and saw the shine to the blond's leather jacket. He was in his civilian clothes, not the institutional uniform. So that meant--! Actually, what did that mean?
"Bunny," he said again, looking for the right words to fix all of these questions he had. "What're you doing here?"
Despite the strange turn of events (Almost dying from a crazed woman-hair-cat, suddenly falling head first into the unknown before being caught by his partner), Wild Tiger didn't ask to be put down on the floor. Too relieved to see his partner after months of self-discovery separated them, he lay in Barnaby's grip, comfortable, happy. There was a peace there that couldn't be explained and, frankly, that wasn't the issue right now. Wild Tiger had his other half back with him.