Sollux started having a heart attack the minute the word 'Crocker' left Gigi-Jane's mouth and didn't stop even as he scribbled down his pesterchum handle in a shaking scrawl that no one would be able to read later. They could always just get it through someone else, enough people here had his information from speed dating and other ways that it was a halfway pointless exercise for him anyways.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He was legitimately going to die. But first he was going to be kidnapped by Betty Crocker and forced into eternal servitude, just like his brother. They'd probably do all kinds of experiments and invasive exploratory surgeries on him - things that had haunted his more paranoid waking hours and definitely his dreams. He'd thought he was helping a prospective new superhero, not signing his death certificate.

He had to move. He had to burn all ties, cut all bridges. Was he mixing up metaphors? No time to worry about that. Sollux knew he could delay them finding him, but he couldn't ever truly escape.

Then he felt something move on his knee, and his world expanded from the tunnel vision his rapid breathing was putting him in as he took his first deep breath in over two minutes. He saw the Professor, and realized Tavros was beside him.

"Tavros," he said, reaching out and threading his fingers through the other man's desperately. "Tavros, we have to run away. Right now. Get out of here. Forever. It's only a matter of time now before they come for us."

Sollux was completely unaware of how much like a crazy person he sounded in that moment, fully focused on his own panic.