#warriorcolossus

“I had a feeling you’d think so, big guy. You don’t get a body like yours without all that protein!”

With the first sign of a shift, easily seen as the stranger’s brawn wasn’t exactly as subtle hew under the sheets, Zain finally felt that tension pressed against his chest—one that even a couple of undone buttons couldn’t remedy—come into that familiar ease. Surely, he’d feel due worry for a stranger that remained lost in unconsciousness—but there was a far greater concern for a fellow hero. Or so he assumed; the man had the suit after all, or what was left of its tatters, all decked out in insignias --------- and a little flourish of psychometry on the magician’s end had him trail on to images. Flashes. Xavier’s. Something like that—something familiar actually. Though while Zain gripped at the thought to look up for some other day and maybe even ask Bruce about it, the greater task remained to be sought to as he offered a smile at the winced face that was slowly coming to.

“--------- I hope you had a good rest…” Zain hummed in greeting, though he was hoping for such a thing himself. What shock to the system brought on by that cruel magicks that Zain had managed to stop just in time would leave a headache. At least. Good thing the sun was already close to setting.

“Oh, I don’t have anything against dogs, Ruskie... I’m just a solitary kitty who likes his space. Pups are too... clingy.”

“Y’know what? I’m a simple kinda guy with breakfast --- eggs, bacon, sausage. What can I say? I’m a corn-fed Midwestern guy like that. Cook me any of those in the morning, and I might fall in love with you. Just a little bit.”