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( Laying himself back against the bed, blue eyes watch Wade there as he listens to him, noting how serious he seems to come off as he speaks. He tucks an arm under his head there, cheek pressing into elbow while his other hand still rolls the bracelet around a bit, looking between it and Wade. )

You don’t think people care about you?

( He drops his hand with the bracelet down some, looking just to Wade now as he asks. )

You don’t seem like that much of a fuck up to me.

Here? Not really. [Just being honest.] Back home, I've got some people that care, even if they... [Wade pauses, shaking his head thinking of Vanessa. She cared about him, but didn't love him enough anymore to be with him.] Even if they don't care about me as much as I'd like.

And you only think that because I wasn't on that mission with you.

( He’s silent as he mulls over the other’s words - as he takes in what is and isn’t being said simultaneously. )

I’m sorry. ( The words are soft and genuine as those blue eyes stare to him. ) I know what it’s like. To care about someone who doesn’t maybe care about you as much as you’d like… or like you thought.

( His gaze drops back to the bracelet and he sighs, pushing himself up onto his elbows. )

It sucks. But I guess we just gotta get over it and move on, right?

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Not like you made my fiancée break up with me. [It's probably better that way, though. He's less likely to kill her again. He smiles sadly, giving Nate a smack on the shoulder before he moves to get up from the bed.

He's insanely curious who this 'someone' is that Nate's thinking about-- because he's a nosey little shit, and he loves the little tidbits of mutant drama. It's like the Young of the X-Restless around here.] Right? Cause who needs therapy? Not me, that's for sure.

[He doesn't want to sit in his head long enough for that.] How long you been holed up in this room? We should go do something. We could get drunk? Eat our weight in Ding Dongs? Break some shit?

( He’s had enough mutant drama, thanks. Small as it’s been, it’s more than he’s ever had before and he’s ready to tap out.

When Wade gets himself up, he lifts his brows in both surprise and confusion the moment those suggestions start coming. Bracelet still in hand, it rests there on the bed with him and he tilts his head some as he blinks those bright baby blues of his. )

You have a healing factor, don’t you? Doesn’t that mean you can’t get drunk?

I can... I just have to drink an absurd amount very quickly. And the effects don't last very long. But I'm not a quitter.

[It's a much too fleeting feeling for how expensive it can get.] But, hey, it just means I'll be sober enough to hold back your bangs if you need to hurl your guts out.

That doesn’t really sound like a fun time for you.

( The whole holding his bangs back and what not. Even though he doubts such a thing would even happen to him, thanks. Still, he pushes himself up more on the bed and then gets himself off it, taking the blue and yellow bracelet with him as he does.

Hand out, palm up, he offers it to Wade. )

You trust me?

I'm not the one sulking in my room looking like I'm two seconds away from cranking up the Fall Out Boy.

[He watches Nate as he moves, looking down at the palm held out. Truthfully, Wade barely knows Nate, so perhaps he shouldn't say yes to that question, but he does trust him. Also his curiosity won't let him say anything else.] Of course. [He slaps his hand down onto Nate's offered one.]

( Oh. Well. He was going to be nice about this, but. While he doesn’t understand the Fall Out Boy part of that, the sulking he does and so that earns Wade a bumpy ride. )

Know what’s just as bad as lying to a psionic? Insulting one.

( And with that, fingers grip tight to Wade’s hand and he’s pulling him along as he flies out the window. Quickly. Very, very quickly. Because, yes. He’s taking them somewhere via air, though it’s with Wade in tow via being held by his hand and he’s… maybe letting him dangle as he goes rather than keeping him up alongside him. He’s sure Wade can handle it and hell, some part of him might even enjoy how dangerous it feels to be dangling like this from Nate’s hand, but. That’s the way this ride is going. Hopefully he doesn’t lose his shorts against the wind. )

[Wade hadn't said it to upset him; he honestly doesn't think at all before he speaks. If it enters his mind, it usually comes out of his mouth two seconds later.]

Insulting you, I was j-- fuck! [And he's being dragged out the window. There is a string of curses from his mouth before he finally settles, gripping to Nate's hand tightly. Just because he could fall and survive doesn't mean he's eager to plummet. Not that he'd care too much if he did. And the thrill does do a little something for him. Nate's not wrong.

And so far at least his shorts are holding strong.] I wasn't trying to insult you, just making a joke. That's what friends do, give each other shit!

( For the record, he’s not actually mad or anything, but. He does give a glance down to the dangling mutant there he’s pulling along and despite the way his brow raises as if in disbelief, he can’t help the soft chuckle there under his breath at the sight. Heh.

He flies them through the sky with a quickness, bringing them to one of the bars around here and, as he descends to the ground, with an underarm throw, albeit a somewhat gentle one, he lets go of Wade’s hand and lets him roll to the ground. Thankfully, the drop isn’t that high from the ground. A moment later, he taps himself down gently near the place and takes a look at it curiously. )

I haven’t ever been here before. But I guess now’s as good as ever, right?

[And roll he does. It's mostly graceful, aside from his ass skidding on the pavement at the end there. His butt cheeks will only have minor road rash, don't worry. And it'll be healed in seconds. Dusting himself off, Wade gets to his feet and looks at the bar entrance in front of them.]

That's the spirit. I haven't been here either, but I'm sure it'll be fine. [It'll have liquor. And it's free. That's all Wade needs to know.] You ever drink before?

[He knows Nate's not exactly of legal age in the US. But he would be in Canada!]

I've had one or two here before.

( Granted, those had been his first ever times actually consuming alcohol, but. You know. Gotta start somewhere and all.

With a glance over to Wade, he nods for the other mutant to make his way in with him because, you know what? He's going to do this. Granted, he's been trying not to be as impulsive as of late with things, but. With how everything's been with him as of late? Screw it.

He shuts certain parts of his mind down — shuts himself off from others and prevents them from peeking in as he stands there in the bar and takes a look around. They're really the only ones in here as of right now, aside from the bots, and he glances to one that passes them by before he's heading over to one of the booths and stands there before he takes a seat, looking around. What is there... to drink... and what's even good?

When prompted by a bot, he just... says whatever. )

Whiskey on the rocks. Make it strong.

( Perfect. )

[Wade lets out a low whistle at Nate's drink order.] Well, shit. Look at you with the badass drink order.

[He wonders if Nate even knows what he's ordering? Ah, well. It'll grow hair on his chest? Or something. He looks up to the bot.] Make that two. Or what the hell, just bring over the whole bottle and two glasses with ice.

[Since the point is to get Nate drunk.]

( Yes. Look at him. Ordering something that’s likely to destroy him, but. That’s the point of this, right? So why not go all the way?

He takes his seat when Wade adds to the order and sits there in the booth, looking around the place. Again, it’s nothing he can recall having seen back on his world, but he knows they’re a thing on Earth, same with pubs and diners.

When their drinks arrive, swiftly as they do, he looks back to Wade as he pulls his glass towards him. )

So you had a fiancée?

Did I say that? [He sometimes forgets the words that come out of his mouth. It's hard to keep up with himself. He pours them both a hefty sum of liquor into each glass.]

I did, yeah. She died because of me. I stole Cable's time travel device to stop it and saved her... but it didn't work out after that though. But maybe she's better off, seeing as I'm the reason she got killed the first time.

( He’s not entirely sure what he expected to hear, but. That’s not anything he could have put money down on and won. Drink in hand, he looks down to the ice cube floating in the alcohol and he frowns some as he lifts the glass up. )

I’m sorry. That… everything happened.

( Her dying then being brought back and it not working out. He can’t really relate, but. He can understand the feelings that come with it not seeming to work despite the hardships that happen. At that, he offers him a smile, soft with reassurance. )

Only gets better from here?

( Maybe?? Hell if he knows. )

Thanks, man.

[But it can't be changed. At least she's alive to make those kinds of decisions. And maybe there's some chance they'll get back together. Stranger things have happened.]

I love the optimism-- [Wade clinks his glass against Nate's before tossing his drink back.] But hey, at least this means I can play the field? You know that large field of people that are super into burn victims.

[He knows finding someone like Vanessa who'd also been into Wade's whole.. everything had been one in a million. Or at least that's what it feels like.]

You’d be surprised. We’re mutants. We’re into a lot of things.

( Smile on his lips, he indulges in a sip of his drink and… yowza. That’s strong. The face he pulls shows how much it is but he shakes it off and helps himself to another sip… a sip that turns into him gulping it all down to the point where the ice hits his teeth.

Blue eyes blinking widely, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and goes for another round, telekinetically pouring the whiskey into his glass. )

So, you know. You could get lucky.

[He's just about to tell Nate to take it slow, eyes wide at how he takes that last sip with vigor. Wade wants to help him unwind, not get alcohol poisoning. Blinking, he looks around like maybe he's on camera.]

I guess I could? [Nate's not-- is he? He clears his throat. Wade fills up his own glass after Nate finishes with filling his own.] Although, like, half of you are teenagers... or close enough to it.

( Is he? Would it be so bad? Who knows. All he does is help himself there to that second glass and take another long sip of it, blue eyes sparkling a little as he does. )

Only half. Besides, we're here, aren't we? Away from where we usually are and where things are a lot more different than how they tend to be.

( He shrugs, sitting back some in his seat as he floats his glass over to him. )

This place is filled with experiences from the looks of it.

I suppose you have a point? [Does he? Wade's not sure, but he'll play along. He sips his drink, trying to act casual.]

Is that what you've been trying to do? Get filled with experiences?

( Catching his drink, he takes a moment to finish it off and licks over his lips, huff soft on them. )

More like try something normal. You know... about as normal as things can get for people like us.

( Mutants. )

Back home— on Earth... there's so many mutant politics and fighting. Wars. Agendas that this mutant and that mutant has. It's like asking for a break from it is some sort of taboo or something... and that's not when they're hunting you down to be some pawn in their game to give them a win. Here? Not really a lot of that.

We're all here, pawns in Echo's game instead, so we don't have time for our own bullshit. I've got you. I tried normal normal for a bit. I sold used cars and wore a toupee. That didn't last long.

But I can try being normal for me. [Whatever that meant. He'd have to find out.] I keep trying to be somebody for someone else. Be an X-Men like Colossus wanted, have a normal life for Vanessa, be the hero for the universe.

Guess I've got time now to figure it out.

( Shaking his head, he sets his glass down. )

Don't do that. Be somebody or something for someone else. You should be who you want to be. Whoever that is, however he is, in whatever moment you're in. You're more than what other people want you to be or think you should be.

( Looking to his empty glass there, he blinks slowly before he's floating it back to the table and moving his fingers to pour them both a little more. )

And even though we're here and we're still not sure about Echo and Aurora and now her brother, when we don't have missions? That's when we figure other stuff out. However that is. With whoever.

( To which he offers Wade a smile. )

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