Yeah. Right? Some people just need a bullet in the brain because nothing else is ever going to work.

[Wade's not entirely sure that he's happy that Scott agrees with him. It's an odd feeling. Both vindicated and guilty. Because he knows now where Scott's coming from is over a mound of fucking trauma and loss and who the fuck knows what else. It's why Wade is the way he is too, after all.

He shifts in his seat. Thinking maybe a change in subject might be a good idea for the both of them.]

How's your thing been going? At the gym? Hopefully well, since it's been more important than sleep...