It wasn't what he had wished for that Syn had been talking about, it was what she said she almost wished. Ikon wasn't exactly known to be stable, though had he known that the other man had had her bring a few things over to keep at their apartment, he would have been pleasantly stunned. But the question hit a nerve nonetheless, and he stopped what he was doing, hand on a shirt just shy of taking it off the hanger.
How much should he say? What would be too much? He had promised Will that he wouldn't tell but Will had assured him that he was going to spill the news to his husband regardless, just so he couldn't possibly find out from someone else. "We slept together," Syn said after a long moment of consideration, his voice so soft it was barely audible. "Just like I'd always wanted." He swallowed down tears that burned his eyes and throat before he added, "And now he's gone back to his husband."
Taking the shirt from the hanger, he took a breath and refused to cry. He placed the cigarette, after another drag was taken, down in a nearby ashtray before he stripped off the shirt he was wearing and put on the other, a mesh shirt, long sleeved but leaving nothing much to the imagination. He then started taking off his pants, preparing to put on his leathers.