[Wade finally settles leaning back like he's on a lounge chair, crossing one leg over the top of his other knee, foot bouncing as he listens. He looks out at the city, the night sky, and people like dots shuffling about down below. His finger still taps the bubble idly, but eventually, it slows.]

I don't like it either. But I've always been good at just... not paying attention most of the time. [The pain and trauma rattling around inside him are too much for even him to bear. Better to pretend. And it's the same thing he does in the face of this place. Easier if it's all a joke.]

It is pretty up here. [He glances over at Nate.] Is it hard shutting people out of your head all the time?