Tony And Leo

He nodded firmly and pulled them on, smiling still. "Oh, okay. So these are clothes, then."

"Yeah, I figured you'd know. So, wanna watch some TV?" He plopped back down onto the couch, grinning at Leo.

"...Hum. Okay." Whatever TV was. He inched his way over to him and nestled himself right there.

Tony kissed his forehead, as he turned on the TV.

"So, what should we watch?" He flipped through the channels, uninterested in most of the content.

Instead of saying anything, he only stared at the television screen, baffled by it. "....wh-what?"

"...you know what a TV is, don't you?" He asked, suspicious again.

"...I, uh, totally do. Yep." He smiled weakly.

"...Okay, are you being straight with me?" He asked, crossing his arms. "Are you on drugs?"

"I'm really not on drugs!! I don't even know what those are!!' He groaned. "...and even if I do tell the truth, you won't believe it."

"No, because the last time you told me 'the truth' you told me you were from 'Atlantis'." He paused, frowning. "You aren't...are you?"

"...I am from Atlantis... yeah." He smiled weakly. "....I'm really a merman." He stated, scratching the back of his neck. "...I got a set of legs from a witch, and... well, here I am."