[When is the obvious question, yeah, but Wade's attempting to make himself not... you know what? He's not really sure what he's doing. He's not kidding when every other Logan killed him upfront, and the only one who didn't was too drunk off his ass to try it.
This one's so... stone cold sober, it's feeling nearly G-rated. No threats? (Okay, mild threats with the whole "I'm not in the mood" thing; anyone else gives disappointed dad, but Logan gives angry bartender with his finger on the trigger under the counter.) No flash of claws? He hasn't even been thrown through a wall!
This feels like... dunno. Normality? Feels like something he had once. The two of them, exhausted, wrung through from regenerating from being literally fucking atomized, eating half-price shawarma (not one of Wade's better ideas) while he squeezed Mary to his chest. It's not perfect, it's not all life could give him. It's not even how he saw his life going. But it's something small, and it's familiar, and it's safe. It's not the same Logan, but to Wade, now he's stuck in this new hell, he doesn't really give a shit.
Least for now. But he does still miss his dog. He didn't take her from Nicepool only to abandon her.
He can do this. There's Cable, there's Logan. That's... okay, that's a terrible combo, actually, there's a reason they didn't meet on screen. He's gotta make sure they never do. Not like he's gonna stay here forever. Not a chance in hell he'd give up the life he carved out in Earth-10005, not when Ness was -- well. Still there.
Yeah, he's capable of thinking of all of that in the space between sentences, fuck off.]
Sentinels? [His brows raise as he mouths the word "wow," but in a really not enthusiastic way.] Not a name I was expecting to get dropped this early. [But now Wade's looking at him suspiciously, counting those crow's feet and wrinkles again. Hard to tell what Logan's lookin' like under those clothes, but he knows if he got that shirt off, he'd have more to go on.] So, who's "we"? Anyone I'd know? And hey, this is totally random, head me off if I'm going nowhere with this, but do you mind if I just --
[He doesn't wait for an answer as he tries lifting Logan's shirt. Come on! Just one glimpse of those beauties! For science. 'Cause now he's gettin' heebie jeebies for a whole different reason. The reason being he doesn't know which one this is. And it's -- fucking annoying, not knowing.] Just wanna know what gym era we're workin' with.
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This one's so... stone cold sober, it's feeling nearly G-rated. No threats? (Okay, mild threats with the whole "I'm not in the mood" thing; anyone else gives disappointed dad, but Logan gives angry bartender with his finger on the trigger under the counter.) No flash of claws? He hasn't even been thrown through a wall!
This feels like... dunno. Normality? Feels like something he had once. The two of them, exhausted, wrung through from regenerating from being literally fucking atomized, eating half-price shawarma (not one of Wade's better ideas) while he squeezed Mary to his chest. It's not perfect, it's not all life could give him. It's not even how he saw his life going. But it's something small, and it's familiar, and it's safe. It's not the same Logan, but to Wade, now he's stuck in this new hell, he doesn't really give a shit.
Least for now. But he does still miss his dog. He didn't take her from Nicepool only to abandon her.
He can do this. There's Cable, there's Logan. That's... okay, that's a terrible combo, actually, there's a reason they didn't meet on screen. He's gotta make sure they never do. Not like he's gonna stay here forever. Not a chance in hell he'd give up the life he carved out in Earth-10005, not when Ness was -- well. Still there.
Yeah, he's capable of thinking of all of that in the space between sentences, fuck off.]
Sentinels? [His brows raise as he mouths the word "wow," but in a really not enthusiastic way.] Not a name I was expecting to get dropped this early. [But now Wade's looking at him suspiciously, counting those crow's feet and wrinkles again. Hard to tell what Logan's lookin' like under those clothes, but he knows if he got that shirt off, he'd have more to go on.] So, who's "we"? Anyone I'd know? And hey, this is totally random, head me off if I'm going nowhere with this, but do you mind if I just --
[He doesn't wait for an answer as he tries lifting Logan's shirt. Come on! Just one glimpse of those beauties! For science. 'Cause now he's gettin' heebie jeebies for a whole different reason. The reason being he doesn't know which one this is. And it's -- fucking annoying, not knowing.] Just wanna know what gym era we're workin' with.