[ He could probably help, could slip an arm around him and shoulder him along like a wounded comrade, but Logan doesn't know if Wade would appreciate that and doesn't like the risk. So he just follows him instead, keeping an eye on him nonetheless until he's sat down. Then he sets the bag of burgers onto the table in front of him and kicks out the chair opposite, dropping down into it without much preamble. ]

Yeah. Not how I planned on doin' things.

[ Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the baggie and fishes out a joint, then goes hunting for his lighter. While he sparks up, he glances back over at Wade. ]

Dreamed about home, how they say you do here. Thought I was there for a year. [ Once it's lit, he takes a drag and passes the joint over to Wade. The smoke from it has a purplish tinge and smells like magic. ] Mutants colonised Mars. So there ya go. [ As if that proves something. ]