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it's just the cancer? nothing else they've done to you?

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just the cancer.
but that's more than enough.

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I bet

you need anything?

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[is this... concern?]

I could use a cuddle?

[And now Wade is trying to ruin the moment, apparently.]

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besides that

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a chocolate milkshake?
and a few 8 balls of cocaine?

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I've got some magic joints a wizard kid rolled for me

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that'll do.

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[ Give him an hour and he'll turn up at Scott and Wade's place with a bag of hamburgers, two milkshakes and a couple of joints in his shirt pocket. He thumps on the door with his fist, already not liking the sick smell lingering around the place. ]

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[It takes a long time for Wade to get to the door, really he should have left it unlocked and he may do that for future visitors because the longer this goes on the harder doing simple things becomes. When he finally does open the door, he's leaning against the door frame and puffing like he's just run a marathon.]

So are these like... super magical joints or what?

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[ Logan regrets making Wade come to the door as soon as he opens it. His grimace of mingled sympathy and concern darkens his expression, though the up-and-down he gives the other man is more in the realm of someone checking out a problem they've just realised is worse than they expected. ]

They can get me high even when my powers are workin'.

[ So pretty damn good, in other words.

Logan doesn't wait to be invited in and just steps around Wade, wandering into the space like he has the right to do it. He reaches into the bag he's carrying and pulls out the takeout milkshake, offering it to Wade. ]

Shit. You look even worse than usual. [ A Wolverine's brand of sympathy. ]

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So people keep telling me.

[He knows he looks like hell.

His hand takes the milkshake taking one sip first before heading in the direction of the kitchen. It's slow going but he gets there finally, gripping the chair with a white-knuckled fist and slowly lowering himself down. He's grateful that he's stuck the landing and not tumbled right over the chair instead. ]

Heard you took a long nap?

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[ He could probably help, could slip an arm around him and shoulder him along like a wounded comrade, but Logan doesn't know if Wade would appreciate that and doesn't like the risk. So he just follows him instead, keeping an eye on him nonetheless until he's sat down. Then he sets the bag of burgers onto the table in front of him and kicks out the chair opposite, dropping down into it without much preamble. ]

Yeah. Not how I planned on doin' things.

[ Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the baggie and fishes out a joint, then goes hunting for his lighter. While he sparks up, he glances back over at Wade. ]

Dreamed about home, how they say you do here. Thought I was there for a year. [ Once it's lit, he takes a drag and passes the joint over to Wade. The smoke from it has a purplish tinge and smells like magic. ] Mutants colonised Mars. So there ya go. [ As if that proves something. ]

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[He's accepted help from people, but it did feel strange in a way to accept it from Logan. It didn't fit with their whole vibe? Or something? Plus he did still want to be doing things himself. To prove that he could. To give the city the finger in that small way.]

Mutants on Mars? Sounds like one of those terrible B-movies from the fifties. [He takes another sip of his milkshake before setting it down to snatch the offered joint.] Writers might be out of ideas? Might be time for a reboot. Or maybe they could revisit X-Babies again? That was always fun.

[He sniffs it once then takes a deep hit. Or tries to. His lungs aren't precisely cooperative, sending him into a full-bodied coughing fit as he holds the joint away from himself so he doesn't cough all over it. Give him a second.]

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[ Logan knows from personal experience how tough it can be to put that bit of pride away and to accept that your body is no longer in your control. So he doesn't leap forward to help when Wade starts hacking up a lung, just sits back and picks up his own milkshake.

Once Wade's finished, he makes a disagreeable noise around his straw. ]

Those little knockoffs are a pain in the ass. They can keep on makin' commercials for Mojo or whatever the hell they're up to. [ He leans forward to root round in the paper bag, pulling out a cheeseburger and unwrapping it. ] You have that where you come from? Mojo and his goddamn nonsense?

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[He takes a much less ambitious puff of the joint after he's collected himself, handing it back over.]

Aw, but they're so cute! [Wade might squee if it wouldn't send him into another coughing fit.] Apparently he exists and so does Mojoworld, but he's not gotten any screentime yet. If you remember, I mentioned Shatterstar before? [And how he'd died a gruesome yet oddly hilarious death.]

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That don't mean nothin'. [ He points it out around his burger, his voice muffled by cheap meat and artificial cheese. ] People can come from all over when it's the goddamn multiverse.

[ He accepts the joint back, though he doesn't take his turn immediately, eyeing Wade instead as he chews. ]

Scott takin' good care of ya?

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Except that he wouldn't shut the fuck up about Mojoworld. [What a dick that guy was.

He sips his milkshake, taking a moment before he swallows the cold feeling wonderful as it rolls down his throat.] Yeah when he's here. He's been making sure I've got a steady revolving door of babysitters for when he's not...