[He blinks when Nate nudges his foot with his and so he nudges it right back. Footsie under the table while talking about trauma. He's on board. That might not have been Nate's intention, but it's how Wade is reading it. He takes a long sip of his drink, sinking deeper into his seat. Wade is sad for himself, but the tone of Nate and the words ping something else. For as much as Wade acts like a fool, he's observant when he cares to be.]
Who'd you lose? [Because yeah, it sounded to him like he's speaking from experience.]
no subject
Who'd you lose? [Because yeah, it sounded to him like he's speaking from experience.]