All Around New York City, Sunday

Jill had warned him. She had. And Atton had appreciated that warning, and then immediately forgotten about it in all the general Fandom chaos that had followed.

That had beena mistake. Because he'd been thoroughly unprepared when Trent had shown up at his doorstep on a Sunday morning, his habitual serious expression firmly in place, and commanded that they "go for a guy's day out".

It had taken until the subway for the whole situation to process. "So if this is a guy's day out, why not wait until Dane has a day off?"

"He doesn't fit the 'guy's day out' paradigm."

... Wait. Atton squinted at him. "Are you calling my roommate 'girly'?"

Trent's unruly black hair seemed to part almost on its own as the man turned to look at him, confusion showing plainly between that curtain. "I'd place him somewhere on the skater/artsy spectrum," he said, "But certainly not anywhere on the 'bro' chart."

"... Are you calling me a bro?"

"You're certainly more bro-coded," Trent said sagely. Did Trent know Trent wasn't really a bro, either? Atton didn't really get the chance to interrogate that, though, because the man immediately added, seriously: "Though I also have enough evidence to prove you're an extraterrestrial." He shoved an earbud at Atton before Atton had any chance to recover. "Listen to this. We're going to Madison Square Garden. Then sports bar. Then steak. Then helicopter tour."

Trent could be hard to process. The day was going to be absurd. Though, Atton had to admit grudgingly as he shoved the earbud into his ear and found himself flattened by some excellent modern punk rock, his taste in music was just fine.

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