MHA #8, Saturday morning

[stykera]

After having pizza andwith Raiden yesterday, Stark had headed to the fire station with more pizza and ended up visiting Travis's office for a while. He'd had some very pleasant office visits this week and that had been no exception.

Upstairs at the station, Travis had plenty of leftover food that had been delivered at various points during the week so he and Stark managed to eat well and enjoy themselves thoroughly. At some point, because Stark's apartment had a nicer shower, they'd gone back there for the night. They'd even managed to fall asleep, eventually.

Falling asleep, of course, meant that eventually they'd have to wake up. Something they were very unprepared for this morning. Completely unprepared.

Stark was rarely a heavy sleeper. This week was something of an exception to that rule and so when he started to rouse he just moved closer to the source of warmth in his bed. He did love cuddling in the morning. But something seemed off today. They didn't seem to fit together easily the way they normally did. He was used to pressing his back into Travis's chest. He wasn't used to that chest being so...soft.

"Travis?" he mumbled sleepily, not opening his eye yet.

[for that firefighter currently acting as the big spoon]

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[designateddadfriend]

"I don't usually have enough hair to get in my mouth," Travis pointed out.

He was afraid to open his eyes.

"What did it do?" He started curling in on himself (which felt . . . weird and . . . wrong) and pushed his hands into too much hair. "What did the island do?!"

[stykera]

"It's alright," Stark said soothingly, moving to pull Travis closer. But oh, they both had differently shaped chests right now and this was awkward. "I'm right here. You're just...shaped differently. So am I. It's...this hasn't happened in a long time. You're alright."

Maybe if he was trying to help Travis through this Stark could keep calm himself. For now.

[designateddadfriend]

"Shaped differently?!" Why was his voice so squeaky? He squeezed one eye open.

"I have breasts???!"

Well, the good news was, he wasn't curled up anymore. He also wasn't in the bed anymore. He was scrambling out of it and across the room like he could physically flee from his newfound mammary glands.

[stykera]

"So do I?" Stark offered, sitting up so said breasts were on full display. Oops?

"Yours are very nice, if that helps?" So was the rest of this version of Travis. "You're alright. I promise. It's alright. It doesn't last."

[designateddadfriend]

"I am not alright!" Travis insisted. "This is very not alright! This is -- this is --" He started to pace, then stopped when things . . . jiggled. "-- Gyeeeahhhh!"

[stykera]

Stark kicked off the remaining blankets tangled around his legs and stood up to walk over to Travis. "Take a deep breath," he advised, demonstrating.

"Oh. That feels odd. Still, breathing is important please breathe." He reached out to put an arm around Travis, suddenly realizing as he did so that he was much shorter than he normally was in addition to other additions and subtractions.

[designateddadfriend]

"I don't need to breath!" Travis. "Okay obviously I need to breath, but what I also need is to -- is to --" He clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

Shut up.

"-- Is to get dressed."

He grabbed his now hilariously oversized shirt from the floor and yanked it on over his head.

It didn't help.

[stykera]

Stark sighed softly and took a step backwards.

"If that makes you feel better. Yes. I should too, then. Can I help?"

Not necessarily with the getting dressed but with anything at all.

"I'm sure I could help. If you let me."

[designateddadfriend]

"Can you help?!"

Travis took another deep breath, rubbing his nose.

At least that hadn't changed drastically. His nose. Though his fingers were slimmer than he was used to.

"I -- have no idea. I have absolutely no frame of reference for this. I think -- I think I need to go home."

Call Vic. Maybe scream for awhile. That sounded good.

"Sorry."

[stykera]

Stark's shoulders slumped at that but he nodded and took another step backward.

"You could stay here if you wanted," he offered quietly. "I've been through this before."

[designateddadfriend]

"I -- yeah, I'm, uh. I'm getting that. And it's . . . not helping. Sorry," he said again.

But Stark being so calm about this was only making Travis more riled up.

"I'll -- call you. Or come by. Later."

He picked up his pants and started trying to drag them on while simultaneously heading for the door. It was going to be a miracle if he didn't trip over something and smack his head against the wall.

[stykera]

"Okay," Stark said, looking down at the floor. "I'll...okay. If you need anything..."

He was really only staying calm because Travis wasn't and would probably fully freak out soon enough.

[designateddadfriend]

"Uh huh." Travis tripped, but caught himself against the wall. "I know. And I'm sorry." It seemed worth reiterating. He was together enough to realize that Stark was going to internalize the hell out of this, but, well. He had to take care of himself right now. ". . . Bye."

Probie was waiting just outside the door, whining faintly. She could tell he was Not Okay and wanted to Do Something About It as well.

She would probably lie down on top of him for the rest of the day the moment they got home.

[stykera]

Stark just nodded again and muttered his own "bye" before reaching for his own shirt.

Summer's pants were around here somewhere after last weekend. Those would fit better than his own. At least there was that.