[To Cable's credit, asking Wade what he means or why he's said something is like asking why dogs can't look up. And since Cable's baseline is being really pissed off, there's like a sliding scale of is he pissed off about the time machine thing or is he pissed off that Deadpool is currently stuck in his window and raising the air inside at least by, like, three degrees. Celsius.

Oh. Hey! Ignore the flinch; he feels the shift in Bea's position and leans himself lower so he can start wiggling into the room --

Or Cable can just. Bodily drag him straight in through the window, leaving Wade winded for, uh, whole other reasons. Is he flushed under the mask? Maybe. Who knows. That's why he's got the mask!]

In like an existential way, or...? [He rights himself up, shifting his sword back, brushing himself off and taking in sweet, sweet AC. He gives a little giddy sigh.

Look, it's not. Bad. It's good. It's great, actually, not only seeing Cable, but seeing him without a gun in his hands at the same time. Does he reach for a hug, or...? Wade sort of half makes like he's about to do it before pausing, remembering. Distinctly. Knives in his dick.] Two, three weeks? It got kind of muddled between all the loans, and the auto theft, and the... further loans. Did you know this planet hasn't invented APR yet? [He snorts.] Suckers.