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[Wade's room isn't as cleanly as the rest of the apartment, but it's at least not as dirty as he could sometimes let it get. Just an unmade bed and a couple of baskets with unfolded clean clothes. That's a minor miracle really.

Once Nate is in the room too, he moves to lock the door. And then he heads toward the bed, tossing back the blanket and hoping in, smacking the free side invitingly.]

( with the door locked, he drops his clothes to the nearest... whatever, except for his boxer-briefs, slipping into those after removing his towel; he's dry enough.

fingers carding through damp strands of hair again, he looks over to the bed that wade invites him into and the smile he wears is soft but warm, making his way over with quiet steps.

crawling into that bed, he crawls over wade and drops down beside him with a huff, taking a moment to look up to the ceiling before he looks over to the other mutant. quiet. not really expecting anything and not trying to read his thoughts. just... letting himself feel this moment. this very normal moment. )

[Wade laughs when Nate crawls overtop him, turning onto his side once Nate's laid down. He pulls the sheet and blanket over them both. One Nate looks over at him, leans in to kiss him, and scooches closer, hooking a leg around one of Nate's.

It is normal. As normal as either of them could really ever get perhaps.] Fair warning, I run a little hot. Healing factor and all.

( wade's given him a sense of normalcy despite his own chaos and nate is grateful for that in ways he maybe doesn't even really know or appreciate just yet, but. it's nice to have. however fleeting it might be.

breath soft at that stolen kiss, he huffs a quiet laugh at the leg hooking around one of his and he presses his cheek into the pillow there, looking to wade with those lazy blue eyes of his. )

I sometimes have nightmares. The bed might shake a little if they're really bad.

( though he usually has a little more control over not being too loud with them. he had to learn to be, what with being in hiding and all. )

Oh. [Wade's expression sobers a bit.]

I get those too. Just with less bed shaking. [Bad memories that haunt him. Of his torture and Francis mostly. But also of Vanessa sometimes too.] They're usually quieter though... when someone else is around.

[Not always, but it certainly helps.]

( that admission from wade has nate reach out and brush the tips of his fingers from a hand across the other's brow, gentle in the way they run across scarred skin, feeling every last bump and line as he watches the way they trace across his forehead and down to his temple. )

Do you want me to give you a sweet dream tonight?

( there's something so genuine in the soft way he asks the other, blue eyes searching his face as he does. )

To chase away any nightmares?

[Wade's brown eyes meet blue as those fingers trace his face, shivering a bit under the gentle scrutiny. It's a level of intimacy that he's not really had here. He's slept with plenty of people, sure, but nothing even approaching this.]

I would like that... [If only he could do the same for Nate.]

( fingers lingering there at wade's temple, nate smiles a little before his expression softly changes to something a little more focused. )

Close your eyes. I'll keep your dreams safe.

[He stares back. Why Nate wanted to do all these things for him is causing no shortage of wonder for Wade. There are ways he's like Cable, but in this way, he's very much not. He's kinder, more like Colossus, maybe? Wade settles into his pillow, sneaking an arm to clutch the dip of Nate's waist, as his eyes close.

Having nice dreams for a change, not ones haunted by pain? It's almost better than sex.

Almost.]

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