Ray stumbled into the Man Cave groggy from sleep and hoping to sate his hunger with some breakfast from in town somewhere. Pancakes or something, anything really.

Henry had stayed over last night they had watched a movie together, one of those old horror movies. They laughed at the over exaggerated screams and chase scenes their ribs aching as they stuffed more popcorn in grinning gobs. Most of the movie snack covered the floor and the couch as the blonde had at some point in the movie started a war. Which ended in Ray pinning the teen to the cushions and dumping a bowl on his pleading face. Cackling madly as he did so.

Ray smiled softly at the memory stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied groan. He vaguely remembered Henry saying something about having homework when he had dragged himself to his bed.

The hero searched sleepily for the kid, the guest room was untouched. Must still be on the couch. Thought Ray heading towards where he last remembered seeing Henry the night before. What he saw couldn't be real. It was just…

He rubbed his faulty eyes blinking rapidly to clear them. But the form sprawled clad in black jeans, soft grey shirt and a maroon, blue and white flannel was still on his couch. The teen's features were soft and relaxed in sleep, his blonde hair messy, unruly to the point of it being endearing. His chest rose and fell an open book held loosely in one hand against him, the other supporting his head. He was the picture of innocence.

But what had captivated Ray the most were fairly thin rimmed glasses that had slid slightly down his nose. Ray could've laughed even expected himself to, but he only knelt by the sleeping boy getting a closer look at him. He had never seen the kid wear glasses before. Didn't even know he needed them until now.

The hero realised they suited him, like really suited him. It was almost dare say it cute. Ray smiled, Yeah cute as a button. He marvelled at the sight a little longer before deciding to wake the kid. He pushed the glasses until they sat properly on the teen's face. Grinning widely when the boy stirred Ray moved so he was basically nose to nose with Henry as his eyes fluttered. The modified lenses enlarged the honey brown of his irises marginally making Ray chuckle softly, melting inside.

"Ray?" The blonde mumble his voice hoarse with sleep.

"I never knew your wore glasses Hen." He grinned wondrously.

"Glasses? I-" His eyes widened with the horror of realisation, he snapped up right and Ray laughed warmly from his spot on the floor as the kid tore off the specs blush sweeping over his face. Ray made an upset noise in his throat.

"No don't take them off," He whined. "I like them."

"I'm not wearing them-" Henry stopped when Ray pinned him to the couch much like he had during the popcorn war, he snatched the boy's specs.

"Ray," The blonde protested as the hero held his wrists above his head, "I'm too tired for this."

Ray didn't bother replying flicking the stems of the glasses open and moving them towards his friend's face. His face still spread in a grin.

"No." Henry turned his head to the side, but Ray managed to right it again sliding the specs onto the kid's face.

"There." Ray starred happily into Henry's once more enlarged eyes, the blonde's brow was furrowed in annoyance.

"It's embarrassing Ray." He huffed.

"Why I think they suit you." The hero smiled humming with glee.

Slowly the annoyance slipped away and the blonde's face almost looked surprised maybe intrigued.

"Huh." Henry mumbled, blinking a few times.

"What're you 'huh'ing about?" Ray raised an eyebrow.

"I- nothing… It's just your eyes." Henry looked, at Ray's best guess, entranced now.

"My eyes?" Ray said sceptically, the kid nodded slowly the brown orbs fixed on him.

"I never noticed how blue they were before. S' pretty." His tone was absentminded, too ingrained in the colour, like ocean blue.

"Christ kid how blind are ya?" Ray asked baffled, trying to steer a new direction, preferably away from his sidekick calling his eyes pretty.

Henry sighed happily, "There just for reading Ray."

Ray let up putting his hands up in surrender and getting of the boy, who immediately took the glasses off again. The hero made a disappointed noise heading towards the tubes, smirk forming along with a plan.

"You coming to get breakfast Hen?" The kid was off the couch and by his side lightning fast.

"Definitely, I'm starving!" The boy grinned widely. "Miss Sugar's?"

"Only if."

"Knew there was an if." Henry groaned.

"You wear them." Ray finished his smile happily evil.

"Aww Ray no." The kid pleaded.

Ray just folded his arms adorning a look of authority on his face, "I feel obliged to. After all what if you don't see the fork coming and you get syrup in your eye? That stuff blinds you know."

Henry rolled his eyes pulling them from his pocket and sliding them onto his face. His eyes were trained shyly on the ground flicking up every now and then. Blush creeping onto his face again when he saw Ray's expression. The hero felt his insides melt all over again.

"Quit staring." Henry said grumpily, but Ray only chuckled his eyes sparkling. Henry sighed defeatedly, "Let's just go get breakfast."

The air was sweet with syrup and sugar, as the two sat at their favourite pancake parlour. Henry looking up from his plate to find Ray staring with that dazed dreamy look that didn't seemed to have disappeared since they had left Junk N' Stuff. He lifted his pancake filled fork to his mouth giving Ray a 'what?' look.

"Can you always wear them?" He asked resting his chin on a hand.

"Eat your damn waffles." Henry failed to hide the smile on his face.

Ray thought that sight in front of him. Henry seated across a faded red and white checked table, morning sun flittering in through the windows giving the blonde's hair that angelic golden glow. His young eyes a warm colour not unlike the syrup on his pancakes. And with that smile on his face, a smile Ray loved being the cause of, especially those glasses. Yeah his Henry was a sweet thing. Sweeter that all the waffles in Miss Sugar's.

Maybe even the world.