Kelvin slowly took off the suit and sighed. He had spent just under an hour out in Millennium City, hanging out near the museum and the bank, taking out a couple of bad guys like the ugly ghost lady and a VIPER mutant.
His mother left him to his devices, and he sat down on the couch, looking at the suit. It still smelled inside of his flesh burning. He put a hand on his diaphragm, where the skin graft had been put. A long strip of about six inches long by three inches wide stretched across the area. It hurt sometimes to breathe, due to the tightness of the graft.
The door opened upstairs. He was too tired to go look, but assumed it was his father. However, the tread on the stairs was not his heavy footfalls, nor was the scent that wafted from him that of sour cologne. It was a light foot, and the scent was of peppermint.
Kelvin turned around and his eyes went wide. “Fallen!” he cried, and got up, wincing at the pain for a moment.
However the man was down at the bottom of the stairs before Kelvin was out of the couch. “My love,” he said, and held Kelvin close, then at arm’s length. His light blue eyes were glowing, looking him over. “You were sorely injured,” he said, and pulled him close again, this time gingerly, like he was holding a fragile egg.
“I’m all right,” he said, and kissed Fallen, who kissed him back and then sat back on his haunches. “Your father has not allowed me to visit you. But your mother let me in.”
“We’ll have to be quiet, then,” Kelvin said.
Fallen nuzzled into Kelvin’s neck. “You will have to be quiet.”
Kelvin melted into Fallen’s strong arms.