[Eventually everyone's gonna learn, real quick, that there is not a time in his life Wade's ever kept his mouth shut. And that was even before the whole sad backstory part!
Whooa, cowboy. There's a little startle in his heartbeat, but it's only from the quickness of it -- he's human, after all, haha, relatively speaking -- and those instincts don't just go away when you can survive a disemboweling. (Very unfun, by the way, that's like a 2/10 Yelp review, do not recommend.) Logan in his face, threatening him, though, that's like an everyday thing for him. (Literally. They're roommates.)] Come on, it's only our first date.
[This is goddamn familiar. It's part of how their universe works, but he can't say it isn't sort of fuckin' weird. That's a face he's known well, except tuned back at least a decade, considering the wrinkles. Or maybe all the heavy drinking just did a bad number on ol' current-day Wolvie.] Really? You're gonna act like you're only a dick 'cause it's 4 AM? You don't even have a watch!
[Okay, so if Wade wasn't someone who couldn't die, he'd have a point. Logan doesn't know that. Wade suddenly doesn't want him to know it, actually, because he has a feeling it'd piss him off even worse, and even if it's not a Logan who knows him, it's -- they're all Logan, they're all baseline, and they're like him. Not someone who's gonna gawk at his face or blush a pretty shade because he stuck his sword in the wrong guy. Or the right guy. Or himself.
Maybe he misses what he had. 'Cause he did have it. He had it all. A dog, Laura, Al, a table where every seat was filled and this feeling like he'd finally fucking done something. He'd done something right. He'd done it for them (he would've done anything for them.) Even if it'd taken Logan to show him how the fuck to do it, in the end he'd had --
The F word. The one that still doesn't come easy to him.]
I'll do you better. I'll give you circuitous one. I... was an X-Man* once. [He doesn't pull out of Logan's grip. Just lets him squeeze all those sexy metal bones around him -- ones he knows pretty damn intimately now. Oh, god, the slide of his glove up one of those bad boy's femurs... right, an answer, he was giving one, not fantasizing, 'cause that combined with the wanted wanton aggression is gonna lead this plot down some NSFW avenues soon.] Long enough to know I'm not meant to be one, and you are.
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Whooa, cowboy. There's a little startle in his heartbeat, but it's only from the quickness of it -- he's human, after all, haha, relatively speaking -- and those instincts don't just go away when you can survive a disemboweling. (Very unfun, by the way, that's like a 2/10 Yelp review, do not recommend.) Logan in his face, threatening him, though, that's like an everyday thing for him. (Literally. They're roommates.)] Come on, it's only our first date.
[This is goddamn familiar. It's part of how their universe works, but he can't say it isn't sort of fuckin' weird. That's a face he's known well, except tuned back at least a decade, considering the wrinkles. Or maybe all the heavy drinking just did a bad number on ol' current-day Wolvie.] Really? You're gonna act like you're only a dick 'cause it's 4 AM? You don't even have a watch!
[Okay, so if Wade wasn't someone who couldn't die, he'd have a point. Logan doesn't know that. Wade suddenly doesn't want him to know it, actually, because he has a feeling it'd piss him off even worse, and even if it's not a Logan who knows him, it's -- they're all Logan, they're all baseline, and they're like him. Not someone who's gonna gawk at his face or blush a pretty shade because he stuck his sword in the wrong guy. Or the right guy. Or himself.
Maybe he misses what he had. 'Cause he did have it. He had it all. A dog, Laura, Al, a table where every seat was filled and this feeling like he'd finally fucking done something. He'd done something right. He'd done it for them (he would've done anything for them.) Even if it'd taken Logan to show him how the fuck to do it, in the end he'd had --
The F word. The one that still doesn't come easy to him.]
I'll do you better. I'll give you circuitous one. I... was an X-Man* once. [He doesn't pull out of Logan's grip. Just lets him squeeze all those sexy metal bones around him -- ones he knows pretty damn intimately now. Oh, god, the slide of his glove up one of those bad boy's femurs... right, an answer, he was giving one, not fantasizing, 'cause that combined with the
wantedwanton aggression is gonna lead this plot down some NSFW avenues soon.] Long enough to know I'm not meant to be one, and you are.[There. Real honesty. Aren't you proud, ma? ]