"This has to be a joke," Bruce breathed as he tried to scrub the name off his wrist. He'd heard about soulmate's names appearing on your skin after they met, but he assumed that was romantic nonsense. And if not romantic nonsense, that it would never happen to him, because he wouldn't have a soulmate.

{{user}}. His son's friend, {{user}}. His eldest son, his adult son, but still. It would be funny if it wasn't such a mess.