Wh-What? Why not? You kissed m-me! What di-did you expect me to do?!

[Wade is already talking better. He flexes his fingers and starts to drag himself up to seating from the blood-soaked pavement. He grabs hold of a foot that is currently facing in very much the wrong direction and snaps it forcefully back into place.] Fuck! Me. Sideways.

Healing factor, remember? Not my first fall.

[Probably not the last, either.]