Well, this won't be awkward.

Dear any Freudians that may be reading, Elliot will not be sleeping with Misha or Stephanie. See a therapist. Then again, Freud was a psychologist, so maybe just chill.

Misha and Elliot sat on the couch, the tension between them palpable. Stephanie came in, now dressed in flannel over a tank top, with jeans that hugged her curves nicely. Misha did his best to keep his eyes off of her tempting backside, given that her son was right next to him.

Stephanie looked at the 2 of them on the couch, her arms crossed over her bust.

"Well, this is awkward."

Elliot just rolled his eyes. Misha's eyes, however, flitted between Stephanie and Elliot. Now that he knew they were related, the signs became more obvious. Same eye color, same high cheekbones, same chin dimple.

"So, when exactly were you planning to tell me you have a son?"

Stephanie winced slightly, clearing having expected that.

"And when were you gonna tell me you have a boyfriend, who just so happens to be a cat?"

"I was going to te-"

"I AM NOT A CAT! I am a were-thal. There's a difference."

The response from Stephanie and Elliot was simultaneous.

"What?"

Misha sighed. He hated explaining this.

"The AWIO labels all feline humanoids as "Catboys/girls" but I'm not half cat. I am a were-thal. I can shift along a spectrum between thal and human."

They both just looked at him, confusion painted across their faces. Elliot spoke first.

"Regardless of what exactly you are, a warning would have been nice."

Stephanie snapped to attention, her train of thought back on course.

"I was going to tell both of you, but I forgot you were visiting this weekend. But hey, now you know each other. Now, talk to each other while I make something for lunch."

Stephanie entered the kitchen with a sigh of relief. Honestly, she needed to work on her timing.

Misha cautiously addressed Elliot.

"So, uh, what do you do?"

"College."

"Yeah, I don't know what that is."

"Uh, it's school for adults."

"Oh ok."

I'll save me the trouble of writing more cringy dialogue and you the trouble of reading it. They gradually get more comfortable and end up talking about swords. Like you do.

****

The three of them ate sandwiches while Misha and Elliot talked about swords and Stephanie did her best to keep up. It was nice to see the 2 of them getting along. After lunch, Elliot gave Misha a crash course on New World culture, including but not limited to the internet, capitalism, movies, education, food, climate, current social issues, and, of course, memes.

****

That night Misha and Stephanie were laying in bed, and Misha was engrossed in something on the TV.

"This is still weird to me, that you have a thing that can show hundreds of pictures a minute and play sound? So cool."

Stephanie paid more attention to Misha than the tv, which isn't surprising given that Grey's Anatomy was playing, and it somehow has less entertainment value than a blank screen, in her opinion.

"Hey, Steph?"

"Hm?"

"Wanna have sex?"

"Elliot could hear us."

"Or he could not hear us. Really could go either way."

"It's too risky, Misha."

"Ok then."

Misha slipped out of the pajama bottoms he had on and laid on his stomach, putting his butt on full display.

"I'm just going to lay here, in this **** position. I sure hope no one takes advantage of me. That is a thing I do not want to happen."

"God damn it, Misha, you're going to to be the **** of me."

"Probably."

It only took me a week, but I'm back on my bullshit, which means you guys get more smut.

-Thanos