( Those big blue eyes of his blink a couple times when Wade goes and says that and… he stares, seeming confused for a moment before he’s chuckling into his glass. )

Why would I undress you with my eyes when I have my mind to do that?

( That just seems weird, Wade. Also, he’s not drunk, thanks. Just a little buzzed which is probably what he needs right now as a distraction from feeling everything else that isn’t this. But with his glass empty, he sets it down with a soft huff and rubs at an eye with a knuckle. )

Also, you’re difficult to read. Are you doing that on purpose?

( Normally he just picks up on things from others — thoughts and feelings — but Wade is… difficult to pin down, it seems, and he’s not entirely sure why. )