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[Wade blinks up from the novel in his hands, apparently having been pretty engrossed. He's just a lover of the written word! Especially if that written word is werewolves fucking!

He sets the book down on Scott's nightstand.]

I do like flowers... how are you feeling?

Then put the request in yourself. I'm sure she'll oblige.

[ Not that he's told her they're contracted, but still.

He slowly braces one hand on the bed and rolls himself over onto his side, facing Wade. ]

I have a worse headache than usual but can't make myself care.

Okay, I will! [He's pulling out his communicator right then and shoot off a text. He looks up from his phone as he's texting.]

Well, I can assure you that no one operated on your brain while you were asleep. I made sure of it.

[ He isn't really surprised by Wade doing that, and even if he would have been otherwise-- ]

...did someone threaten to?

[Wade's legs slide off the bed and he sits up straighter.]

Um... no? You said you were worried about it before you passed out. So I promised you that I'd protect you.

[He might also have some feelings about unwanted operations and it's general proximity to his own experiences too. So there's that.]

[ Dammit Wilson. He is trying so hard not to get emotionally invested in anyone, then you go both drug him (what. the. fuck. no) and protect him while he sleeps. Maybe he should get you your own place so he can go back to not caring? ]

This is why we don't drug me, Wilson. [ He yawns and tries to sit up, though his body's still pretty heavy. ] Sinister used to... He was messed up. I will never get all those memories back and I don't want them, but Sinister was.... really invested in my brain when I was a kid.

Oh. [He does manage to look remorseful after hearing that.] I was just trying to help. I didn't mean to stir up bad memories. Maybe start sleeping and I won't have to resort to such extreme measures!

[See, this is completely your fault, Scott.]

...you didn't shot up bad memories. [ [apparently he has to be honest if Wade seems sad, dammit]. ] I just wouldn't have asked you made you babysit me if I hadn't been insentient!

And don't drug me, anyway! I don't need that much sleep, and I had things to do.

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Don't need much sleep? Please. We're you getting any sleep at all?

[Wade scoffs grabbing the smut novel he'd been reading and chucks it at Scott.]

What things did you have to do? Gathering your army for the revolution or whatever the fuck it is you're doing? Your plotting will go much better without the sleep deprivation, I'm sure.

[ ...It's Scotthe manages to evade the book more than catch it but quickly picks it up and flings it like a frisbee and with force toward Wade's nose.

They're mature. ]

If I hadn't slept in the past month, I would be dead. [ Which is not the worst thing and okay fine he's seriously not sleeping much. As for whatever the fuck he's doing? He doesn't know. Gathering information. It makes him feel useful, okay? Does he look shifty? Not really. Is he? Yes. You know because he's not responding to that bit..]

Ack! [The book smacks him right in the face and he sputters. He never really put much effort into dodging attacks, be them in the form of books or bullets. He gives Scott a positively petulant look after that.]

Okay fine, but you can't tell me you're not running on fumes! I've been sleep deprived before, but it wasn't by choice! [One of the many tortures Francis tried on him.]

[ He stares when the book hits and is usually annoyed by that. Learn to dodge, asshole, even if you're missing a desire to live. ]

I was tired. I appreciate the sentiment and the sleep. I am less thrilled that you drugged me. I'll get over it.

I mean, I could have put you in a sleeper hold, but that wouldn't have lasted as long and you would have tried to stop me...

[It would have been a whole thing.]

But, you're welcome.

[ Of all the things to get really pissy about-- ]

I would have tried to stop you?

[Wade's eyes widen a bit at that reaction. Really, Scott? A smirk does start to grow across his face though, all too happy to poke this bear.]

I said what I said. With your lack of sleep, your reaction times have to be taking a hit, that's all I'm saying....

You just sat there and took a book to the face, don't talk to me about reaction times!

[ What is happening. Why is it happening? Is he actually bothered by it?

He doesn't know. ]

[He shrugs, eyeing Scott as he goes to grab said book off the ground. He's getting really salty about this isn't he?]

I can move quickly when I need to.

[ Maybe he just needs a good argument, Wade. He told you Jean would give you flowers didn't he? ]

Yeah, and when is that?

I dunno. Maybe when I need to choke you out?

[Fine, if he wants to argue. So be it. He slaps the book back on the nightstand for emphasis.]

From behind.

[ Because hi, Wade, if he's looking at you he can kill you. Also why are you slapping books, what did the werewolf porn do to you besides hit you in the face?]

Maybe.

[Now Wade is absolutely just goading him, curious to see what he'll do and looking pretty smug about it too.]

That's less insulting than threatening to choke me out. That's just stupid.

[Because.

Well.

It is. ]

Really? [Wade looks around them, then gives Scott a skeptical eye.] So you're telling me you would use your not-laser eyes in the middle of an apartment complex and risk blowing a hole through how many walls and maybe killing how many people, just to stop me from choking you?

That might be something I would do. But I thought you were more careful than that. So seems to me like I've got a bit of an advantage here.

I just got out of jail. I appreciate your faith in my self-control but Logan won't 'let' his submissives spar with me because he's afraid I'll lose my shit and kill them - and he isn't wrong.

[ So yeah. He might. He wouldn't feel good about it after, but he really might. ]

[That does manage to shut Wade up for a second or two. Jesus, Scott.]

Just sleep more, alright?

And then we won't have to find out if I do try to choke you out if you'll blast my head off for it. We can leave that question happily unanswered.

[The possibility wouldn't stop him trying it, if it came down to it. Considering Wade's own lack of concern for himself.]

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