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text. un: nate

[overconfidently]

( He prefers conversing through telepathy, but. It's a little easier and less jarring on the other's end when they're also a telepath or someone used to communicating with one, so. It's text he opts for. )

Hey. It's Nate Grey.

text. un: dp

[fourthwalled]

[if he'd opted for telepathy wade might have just thought it was just a hallucination. Wouldn't have been the first time ]

hello nate grey!
what's up, buddy?

[overconfidently]

Just thought I'd see how you are.

( Since. You know. It's been awhile and all. )

[fourthwalled]

I'm great, I was pretty much the best camp counselor out of the whole group. Cable wishes he'd been as good as me.

Heard you went through it.
But hey, you're not dead so I'd count that as a win!

[overconfidently]

I'm not that easy to kill.

( Unless you're his body then lol. )

You had fun at camp then?

un @justsophie

[sophielicious]

(Usually, this would be telepathy, but remember how she hates Wade's brain? Yyyyyeah.)

mister wade wilson.

how about a party?

un: dp | text

[fourthwalled]

[if she'd not typed out his name, he'd think this was sent in error.]

really?
what kind of party???

[sophielicious]

the stupid, drinking game kind.

doing a barbecue is soooooo a few months ago.

[fourthwalled]

right, right. totally.
fuck BBQ.
especially brisket.
no one wants you. they want the ribs and they're just being fucking polite.

but drinking games?
i might have something of an unfair advantage, considering.

i'm still definitely there, but just saying.

[sophielicious]

how dare u i love bbq
and brisket if you know how to do it is the shit
there's this place at home? sells wagyu brisket. im literally drooling just with the thought

(And it's also like, $300, but listen.)

i mean yeah
for sure you do
still though

text. un: nate

[overconfidently]

( gently backdated a little. )

Cable's gone. In case you thought he was avoiding you.

un:dp | text

[fourthwalled]

I did wonder.

[Part of him suspected, but he'd not wanted to admit it to himself.]

Thanks.
For letting me know.
You doing okay?

[overconfidently]

( it's one of the things that sucks about being a telepath: feeling when others disappear. )

Yeah. I just wanted to let you know. I know you were friends and all.

[fourthwalled]

And he was just starting to warm up to Mary Puppins too.
Hopefully I'll see him again...
With how he hops through time and all, I can't be sure.

[And he'd not been in DP3 and wasn't likely to be in any sequels... unless he's recast? Maybe it'll be someone taller? Wouldn't be the same.]

[overconfidently]

You'll see him again.

( he can't tell him that for sure, but. he can hope for him. )

tossing another even tho we have that other thread going... telepathy.

[overconfidently]

Hope's gone from here.

[fourthwalled]

[It takes Wade a moment to figure out what's happening. He hallucinates so often it's sometimes hard to differentiate reality from fantasy.]

Oh.
I only just saw her, too...
She was sad about Cable leaving.

[Maybe it's why she's gone? Did it work like that? Could it?]

[overconfidently]

( wade being wade, that's fair. )

I figure you'll be next to go.

[fourthwalled]

Why do you say that?

[It could be you, instead. Leaving me even more alone instead... he thinks that too but tries to keep it to himself. It's possible that Nate will hear it anyway, he doesn't know how this mind talking thing works.]

[overconfidently]

( he hears it. of course he does. )

Because everyone I care about leaves or dies.

( so. you know. lol his life and all. )

action.

[overconfidently]

( it hasn’t been easy, since coming back. in true summers fashion, he hides himself away from everyone around him in an attempt to power through it all on his own. so much like his father in ways he can’t even agree or disagree to without having ever known the man personally. fleeting, like so many in his life seem to be. like his own life apparently is meant to be.

he’s had nightmares — shook the walls of the bedroom a few times before finally waking, never wanting to talk about it and instead, just close his eyes tight and force his mind to latch onto something warm and kind and not bitter cold as he’s felt since returning to etraya. since returning to the land of the living. he needs time — doesn’t know how much and doesn’t know how to process it all still. then there’s verity… still with him albeit quiet save for moments when it’s simply the two of them. he hasn’t told anyone they followed him here — that they’re still embedded inside his very soul. a conversation he doesn’t know how to have.

but, over the weeks, save for mission shenanigans, he’s been getting…. better. slowly. it helps to have wade and mary puppins here with him. he’d been hesitant — worried of what might happen when around others and if verity might accidentally bleed through or he himself might just suddenly crash out in frustration with everything he’s feeling and can’t even begin to articulate. but it’s… been ok. so far. minus the nightmares. it has him wondering if maybe coming around is something he can do… or if he should stick to just keeping a telepathic eye on everyone and only come around when he’s needed. he’s never been one for teams. never stays long with them and hope and cable and julian all left unexpectedly.

he mulls over that there in the kitchen, standing in front of the instant coffee maker while he waits for it to finish and when it does, he stares down to the mug and how… muddy it seems. is that… how coffee looks made from these things? he has no idea, but. he takes it over to wade there and holds it out innocently enough if not a little skeptical. )

I tried making you coffee? I think.

( he’s never used a coffee machine before but it… seemed easy enough?? )

[fourthwalled]

[Wade doesn't understand what Nate is going through-- knows he's struggling with everything that happened. There's so much that he doesn't say and Wade doesn't push. There's so much that Wade doesn't cope to either, the perpetually broken parts of himself that he covers up with jokes. He is simply grateful for Nate's company and that he wants him around at all.

He'll take this little slice of life fantasy for as long as he can get it and for as long as Nate needs it. Mary Puppins is laid down on the ground at his feet in full sploot with back legs out and tongue flopped out of her mouth on the ground beside her. Wade's got a newspaper in hand, reading like it's a typical morning in suburbia. It's some random newspaper that's apparently been brought here by Aurora, or fallen through the cracks of the multiverse, who knows. But it's got Calvin & Hobbes, and that's the important thing!

Taking the coffee-- Wade takes a sip and then stops, coughing but trying to cover it up.] It's interesting. Very crunchy. [Coffee isn't supposed to be crunchy, in case Nate's wondering.] Did you remember to put in the filter before running it?

[overconfidently]

( the look he gives is enough to show that, no. he hadn’t put a filter in. well. that explains that? )

A filter?

( rubbing at the back of his neck, he tilts his head some in thought before he glances back towards the kitchen for a moment. )

Uh… no. I just put the coffee in and pushed the button.

( and thus, grind water was brewed but hey. at least an effort was made? also, he knows for next time now. that is, if he ever goes and decides to try and make coffee again. and here he thought it was all just the push of a button. )

I’m guessing that’s not right, huh?

[fourthwalled]

[The thought definitely counts for something! And Wade is still drinking it, regardless of the crunchy additions.] Not right, no. Or maybe you've just discovered a new method? Maybe in a few years, some pretentious fucks will be turning their nose up at the uncouth idiots who'd drink filtered coffee. Paw! [He sips his coffee with an added lifted pinky for effect.]

[overconfidently]

( rubbing at his neck still, he sucks in a breath, sheepish expression there on his face. )

Sorry. I'll try and get it right next time. I mean... if you even want coffee next time.

( because he wouldn't blame him if he didn't after this.

still, puff of breath leaving him, he reaches down to give mary puppins there a few scritches before he's making his way over to sit there next to the other mutant, pulling a pillow into his lap to wrap his arms around, knee up. )

Guess I shouldn't try my hand at dinner sometime, huh?