Hey, no- [Wade reaches a hand out to Nate, still blood-stained but completely healed, and pats his leg, trying to be reassuring.]

Really don't worry about it. I'm fine.

[As fine as he ever is. He grimaces a bit as his ribs realign themselves out of his punctured lungs. In some ways, the rapid healing hurt nearly as much as the injury itself.]

I probably should have gotten you a different drink that wasn't so strong. We all make mistakes.

[Wade really doesn't care. He never really cared about himself...]