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[There are some things about Nate that are like Cable, but ultimately he's really not like at him at all, really. So while the attraction he's feeling right now is wrapped up in that a fair bit, it's not all that's there. Nate is sweet. Funny. Good. Not that he really knows that for sure, it's just his general aura. The way he's looking at him right now, without an ounce of disgust too? That's nice.]

You could do a lot better than me, you know. If you wanted this kind of distraction. [Wade's not good. He's a mess, and he knows it. He's still leaning in closer, lips nearly touching Nate's.] And this isn't why I gave you that bracelet...

Edited 2025-06-18 00:01 (UTC)

( Apparently, Cable is a lot more of a dork when he’s younger, from what he’s seen and been told, but. Maybe that depends entirely on where and when he’s younger. Still hard to imagine him being any other way than the grump of an old man that he is. He wonders what Wade would think of the young Cable he’s briefly been shown.

Still, his gaze drops between them to catch sight of that bracelet he still holds and he smiles, warm and playful, as he looks back up amidst the closeness. )

I won’t tell if you won’t tell.

( Because that’s apparently what people do here. )

[This feels like the sort of thing that will come out eventually, but that's a problem for a future self, clearly. Present him is weak and incorrigible.]

Who would believe me anyway? [Wade says a lot of crazy shit, they might just think he's being his usual self. Not that Wade would be likely to say anything about this... probably. He gestures to the robot off to the side, currently just there staring ahead as there's no one else in the bar to put in an order.] You think it likes to watch?

[With that, Wade moves in quickly to kiss the younger man, hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck to pull him in closer.]

( The moment he’s pulled in for that kiss, the smile he wears becomes both playful and mischievous and he can’t help the quiet little hum he presses into it. He’s already wrapped them up in privacy on a telepathic level — he’d more or less done that the second they arrived here, but. He does it in a way that’s not so obvious. When a door suddenly slams shut on the telepathic airways, it’s a little noticeable to others like them. This? Not so much. Though he does gently wonder what Cable might think… not his problem right now though. Right now? He’s letting fingers curl into the front of Wade’s very loud shirt there and letting himself forget about everything and everyone else and just feeling this.

Playfully, he nips at the other’s bottom lip, brow pressed to his and he chuckles softly as he takes another kiss for himself, eyes sparkling with that playful mischief and the buzz running through him from the alcohol making everything feel lighter. Peeking an eye over there to the bot, he smiles brightly to Wade, lips more or less still pressed to his. )

Want to go somewhere else?

[Cable... that is the question. Wade doesn't know exactly. Because half the time, he doesn't know how the man feels about anything. He can only assume it will end with a knife in some unfortunate place for Wade for some reason or another. But it's not stopping him now.

He might not be drunk right now, but he's starting to feel fuzzy in his brain-- because of his blood rushing to other places, most likely. Making any reasonable decisions is going to get harder. Swallowing, he stays there, finally mumbling back against Nate's lips.]

Maybe. Got any ideas where?

( The buzz he has running through him is both light and electric at the same time. He’s aware of everything he says, everything he does. It just comes with less concern — less confusion or hesitation as he might normally feel in a moment like this. You know, until he starts to just go with it. Right now all he can really focus on are the happy little sparks buzzing around in him and how he wishes he could feel this more than half the other things he does; feeling everything from everyone else really just sucks sometimes.

Smile against Wade’s lips, he hums again, but this time a little more in contemplation than satisfaction. )

Apartments? There’s empty ones there. I can take us.

( Stuff happens back at the mansion, sure. But he doesn’t want to be there right now. He wants to be here. With this feeling. With no concerns. With Wade. Everything and everyone else can wait. )

[So this is really happening, huh? The way Nate's face lights up makes his stomach feel a pleasant warmth. When was the last time anyone had looked at him like that? Too long. That's what makes a lot of his concerns melt away.]

Abandoned apartments it is. [He nods, dumbly, reaching out to playfully tug one of Nate's long bangs.]

( Abandoned apartments it is.

Chuckle soft on his lips at the tug to his hair, he reaches for the pitcher of alcohol — what’s left in it anyways — and takes it with them as he pulls Wade along with him as he exits the booth. )

C‘’mon. I can get us there quick.

( And the way he smiles back at Wade as he tugs him along with him out of the bar is electric in its own way, brightness within him almost shining through. )

[Wade seems perfectly fine being dragged wherever Nate cares to take him. He's looking pretty pleased with himself, too. Hopefully his dumb brain doesn't say something to fuck it up.]

Alright! [He stumbles after him.] Hopefully when we get there, things aren't real quick thought, right?

[Dumb joke. They can't all be winners.]

( Glancing back to the other, he smiles as he pulls him through the door, mindful of the pitcher he’s carrying with him. )

I’ll leave that up to you.

( His laugh is soft but bright and with a look to the sky, they’re up and off, hand tight on Wade’s arm while simultaneously using his TK to keep them both afloat as they go. He’s not going as fast as he could when by himself, but he’s also not taking his sweet time either. The whole journey is really just a couple minutes and when he gets them to the apartments, he takes a moment to scan the building with his mind - locates one that isn’t occupied by anyone… and takes them right to the window.

Because, apparently, Nate uses windows more than he does doors.

A flick of his wrist, he opens it up, flicks the lights on, and starts to crawl his way inside all with the help of his TK while still holding to Wade. He’s laughing a little to himself at how awkward it is, but. Ultimately, he gets himself inside, pulling Wade with him. )

Oh, I may be old, but I got stamina for days. Regenerative powers are good for more than just healing! I can keep going over and over and over and over--

And over. [No refractory period, baby!

If Wade minds being hauled around like a telekinetic caveman's conquest, it doesn't show it on his face. He's smiling like a goddamn doofus as he goes through the window, even as his head clangs against the frame.] Ow.

( The apartment looks like all the others in the building. Gently furnished with the basics one needs with a lot left to add if one decides to make one of these home here. Nate's wandering in a little — taking a slow gulp of the alcohol left there in the pitcher when he hears the head bump behind him and he chuckles around the pitcher before he goes and sets it down. )

Doesn't help with the being clumsy though, huh?

( Heading over to help Wade some, fingers gently stroke over the spot where he'd bumped it and, with a gentle push of his telepathic gifts against the other's mind, he makes it so Wade is able to feel the sensation of his fingers brushing through hair — meant to be a sort of comfort — as he looks his head over. )

You look ok to me. Think you'll survive.

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