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[Wade's leg drops and it makes a fairly loud thud.]

Go somewhere? You propositioning me, Nate? I'm positively scandalized!

[Although he is a little concerned about the way Nate is rubbing his eye. If something bad happens, Scott is definitely going to blame him.]

The beach?

Like it's really possible to scandalize you.

( that being said, he drops his hand away from his eye and blinks those baby blues of his open, sliding the tip of his toe up along wade's leg to his knee before he drops it down, moving from his seat. )

I meant outside. I need some air. Less.. noise.

It could happen!

[Maybe?]

No. You're right. Probably it couldn't.

[He lingers in his spot a bit longer after Nate gets up. Is he adjusting his pants? Maybe. Pay no attention to the chubby behind the trousers! He just needs a second. And then he's up. He's a bit shaky on his feet, the alcohol doing what he'd bought it for after all.]<

Alright, outside it is. Right behind you.

( the illusion he'd kept up for them as a means to ensure privacy is dropped the moment he slips away from the table and he stands there, hands stuffed in his pockets, gaze lingering on the shards left there on the table while wade fixes himself.

he waves a hand, pulling the shards off the table and directing them over to the nearest trash can to drop them in there. he hopes it's enough to give wade some piece of mind, small as it may be at times. but with that done and with the promise of being right behind him, he nods and makes his way for the exit, ignoring whatever chatter he picks up from other's thoughts here and there as they go.

it's only when they're outside and he's taken a good whiff of "fresh air" that he looks to wade then. )

Can I show you something?

[Wade very much tries not to even look at the shards or where Nate sends them. He's trying to put it all out of his mind. Although knowing the city, it will only let him do that for so long.

Now that they're outside, he steps up beside Nate, giving him a once over. His brow quirks at that question. There are so many ways that question could go. Consider his curiosity piqued!]

Yes...? [Hopefully it's something he wants to see.]

( turning to face the other mutant, he lets that blue-eyed gaze of his linger on wade, eyes a little blurred from the alcohol running through his veins, yet very much aware of what he's saying, what he's thinking, what he's about to do. )

Don't squirm too much.

( said with a faint smile, wade might feel as if he's being swept off his feet with the way nate looks to him... because he is. being swept off his feet. literally. they both are, for that matter.

with the power of his mind, nate goes and lifts them both up off the ground and takes them up, up, up and away. higher and higher but at a slow pace so as not to make it too jarring for wade. when he gets them high enough, a bubble suddenly appears around them, warm and yellow, much like his glowing eye, and he cradles them within it in a sense. letting them sit and it feels so sturdy, as if sitting on heated floors. )

[Wade doesn't really know what to expect but when Nate starts lifting him off the ground, he giggles. He'd enjoyed the last time he'd floated him too, even if he'd been dying at that time. Then the bubble shows up and Wade pushes himself to sit, turning to investigate the bubble with fascinated glee, poking it, and patting it like a drum.] Neat!

You know this means I'm totally calling you Glinda now.

( dropping his hands on either side of him, he lets them float there above the city, slowly drifting but not moving much. he throws a glance over to wade and then smiles a bit before it slowly leaves his lips, blue eyes staring out across the city. )

I hate it here. ( he says then, knees bent, fingers of a hand slowly drawing shapes and patterns on the bubble near his hip. ) Being trapped like this, but… there’s some things that somehow are still pretty, even in a place like this.

( he refers to the city lights lit up beneath them., stretching far off into the distance. )

Sometimes I just come up here to get away from things. It’s quieter, too.

[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?

I never got to see anything like this before. It was all just… gone. Destroyed.

( he had imagined it though. what it might look like and it’s why, while he might hate being trapped here and expected to do certain things - to comply - three are a few things he can’t hate. a few people he wouldn’t have met otherwise.

looking over to wade, he shrugs a shoulder, looking back out. )

Sometimes. Sometimes I just pick stuff up without meaning to. When that happens, I usually block it out. Other times it’s too much all at once and it gets overwhelming for me. I can’t even hear myself. Can’t even feel myself. It’s just everyone else and it’s like drowning.

( looking over to wade again, he tilts his head some. )

It’s why I want to help people. I can feel what they’re going through and I wish they weren’t. If I can do something to help… I should, shouldn’t I?

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I get like that sometimes. Getting overwhelmed. But... it's all just me. My head. No one else's. It's too much and I'm sure it's only going to get worse.

[Each time he lets himself get hurt. Each time he hurts someone else. Each time someone he cares about dies. It's eating at him and he knows it. Of course, it's not leading him to make any changes. He's not sure that he can.]

That's because you're a Hero. With a capital H. And you should help, but-- you can't help everyone.

( he lets his gaze drop when wade explains that he knows what it’s like, even if it’s his own demons drowning him. it’s similar, he’s sure, and he looks back up to wade then, eyes soft with a man understanding in them. )

How do you handle it? When it gets too much?

Don't think you should come to me for healthy coping mechanisms...

[He sits up and grins at him then, leaning over to playfully smack his shoulder.] Hey, you wanna open up a hole in this bubble? Then we can pee out of it and see if we can hit anyone down below?

[This. This is how Wade handles it, Nate.]

( the reply of not really, no is there on his lips as he stares to wade when he makes the suggestion, but it doesn’t come. no words come, for that matter, and instead, he leans over to the other mutant, which isn’t very far given the closed space they’re in, and he kisses him. just like that. right here in this little telekinetic bubble high above the city. )

[Whatever response Wade is expecting that is not it. The kiss hits his lips and his brain shortcircuits. The footsie is one thing, but this is far harder to misinterpret.

After a second or two of shock, Wade returns the kiss, reaching for Nate to tug him closer. Maybe he shouldn't do this, right? Nate is half his age and maybe drunk... and Cable... and other reasons, maybe?

Fuck it, he doesn't care.]

( the tug is a gentle sort of surprise for nate but he lets himself be — lets himself come in closer to wade as he keeps kissing him because... he's being kissed back and, if he's honest, he's not so sure he had anticipated that, telepath or not.

but for as much as nate has been fighting back at this place and all its so-called expectations of him and others here, he doesn't fight this. doesn't fight wanting to do it and so high above the city in their own little bubble. their telekinetic bubble. their warm... very warm... telekinetic bubble. the warmth, however, isn't coming from the bubble around them but from nate's head beginning to spin... spin to the point where the bubble begins to flicker a little and before he can catch it... there's no more bubble.

no bubble to sit in.

to kiss in.

just... air.

air that is not solid and with nothing keeping them up... that means falling. sudden falling. yes. )

[The bubble disappears and Wade feels very much like Wile E. Coyote treading the air only to realize too late what's about to happen, eyes wide. He's still drunk too so his brain fights to keep up with his descent and what the inevitable conclusion to that fall will be. His legs flail and he falls away from Nate, into a tailspin to the ground which is coming up quick. While he's not going to be peeing on anyone below, they might be about to get something splattered on them. Wade's back hits the pavement with a loud crack. And it's not a pretty sight. Blood, broken bones, maybe a little brain matter.

Whelp, this is gonna be a mood killer, huh?

Just give him a minute Nate, he'll be back up in a minute. Maybe two.]

( head still spinning, it takes nate a second or two to realize what's happened. that he'd passed out for a couple of seconds from the overuse of his powers so much in one night; drained and not having been more acutely aware of that.

when he comes to after that second or two of being unconscious, he realizes that he's falling — that he and wade are falling and he panics, just for a second, before he twists and reaches out with his hand to catch wade. telepathically.

but nothing happens and that panic settles back in when he realizes that he hasn't caught wade. that he hasn't caught himself. )

Wade!

( it's only at the last second that he digs deep enough to rip up some of his sleeping power and he just barely catches himself... but not wade. dropping down quickly, he hits the ground with a resounding thud, almost cracking the pavement around him from the telekinetic force and he runs over to where wade had hit the ground. )

Wade!

( and he's left coming to an abrupt halt — stricken with horror at the sight of the other. )

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[He looks terrible. Looks like a corpse, truthfully. How could anyone survive something like that? Except Wade's already survived this exact thing once before. And much worse. At least here, all his limbs are still attached?

Speaking of limbs, his fingers start to twitch, then his arm starts to move as bone starts to snap back into place. Coughing comes next, a disgusting, wet, uncomfortable sound. He spits out blood, bone, maybe a tooth or two. Then clears his throat struggling to speak.]

Was... my... ki-kissing that b-bad?

( too many things are rushing through nate's head that, at first, he almost misses the twitching of wade happening but when the coughing comes, nate feels like he can breathe again and he hurries over to the other's side.

a bit of a stumble as he goes, he drops down to his knees there next to wade, blue eyes wide and so shocked at the sight. he looks wade over, hands hovering over him, almost afraid to touch him, never mind move him... and then wade speaks. )

What?

( is he SERIOUSLY asking him that? )

No. It wasn't— you just— I didn't think you'd kiss me back!

( instability of ones emotions is always A Time for a telepath/telekinetic... and those around them. )

Are you— are you ok? Can you move?

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.]

( awkwardly laugh? accuse him of being baby cable? it was nice to be kissed back — to be pulled in closer for more, just... he hadn't expected that, is all. even if he had wanted it. so it had taken him by surprise. just a little. for a couple seconds.

and now they're here. wade a broken, bloody mess, and nate just there beside him. not as distraught as initially but still a little in shock at wade. especially when he goes and snaps that foot back in place.

sigh on his lips, he pinches the bridge of his nose — very scott-like and he doesn't even know it — before letting that hand drop away to his side. )

Yeah. I can see that.

( the healing factor he means.

looking to wade then with those bright blue eyes of his, his expression is apologetic, swallowing as he looks at the injuries that have started to heal. mostly the bones and all. )

I'm sorry. ( words soft, letting his gaze drop a little. ) I should have caught you...

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...]

Yeah.

( as horrific as this had been to see [a little up there with finding forge's dying body], it's almost a fucked up blessing that it had been wade and not someone else what with his having that rapid healing and all. almost anyone else would have been killed instantly.

shifting some, he moves to stand and reaches out with his hands for wade to take. )

Come on. I think you've had enough fun for one night.

[Taking the hand Wade hauls himself shakily to his feet. The horrified onlookers starting to disperse.]

Oh, um. Okay. [pause.] So no more kissing then?

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