[Wade lets himself be led to the couch and flops to the cushion with a little bounce, resting his head back the moment he's down.]

if there's something I'm good at... when I'm not dying... it's eating. I can really put it back! [Water drinking? He's less good at.

Whatever Grayson is doing is immediately felt even if it's not visually obvious. He can't help but squirm, nearly yanking a hand away to scratch everywhere as the itch slides around his insides. Although oddly, he starts to giggle.] Fu-Fuck, that feels weird. Like you're tickling my organs. I guess now I know my liver is ticklish. The more you know!

[He smiles gratefully.] Better than I had. As long as I make it through the week then I'll get off the power dampener off, I'll be good as new. [As good as he ever is, anyway.]