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[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.]

( 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?

Hey! Hey! You think I've never fucked up a coffee before? I've fucked up loads of 'em. Don't even worry about it! Practice makes perfect, eh? I'll drink as many shitty coffees as it takes!

[He grins at him. Is this being helpful? Wade's trying to reassure him, but it might be doing the opposite. That's usually how it goes with him.]

And don't even get me started on how many dinners I've burned. If you try dinner, and it doesn't work, we can just get pizza after. Experiment on me as much as you like!

( at that, he can't help but raise a brow some because... )

You're planning to have me cook for you sometime?

That would imply that I plan pretty much anything at all. [Wade is just 100% always flying by the seat of his pants.] But... I mean, I wouldn't say no?

Or, I could cook for you? Pancakes, burgers, hot dogs. All of your highest cholesterol, artery-clogging foods. [Healthy eating had never been Wade's highest concern, even when he didn't have a healing factor.]

Now why would you want to cook for me?

( it's not a dismissal. more a genuine and ever-so-gently playful curiosity as he tilts his head some while staring to the other man there, ignoring the way his bangs fall in front of his face a little as he does. )

Why not? To show you how much I care?

And that I'm more than just a pretty face? [Wade offers, still sipping the coffee despite the grounds that get stuck between his teeth.]

Because you love me. Right?

( he turns to face the other mutant as he asks that. cants his head a little curiously while still holding to that pillow. it’s still something he’s been carrying with him since wade said it and he’s… still not so sure it’s actually real and for him.

no one’s ever loved him before. why would they now? )

[Wade sets down his coffee to move closer, eyes softening, searching.] Yes. Because I love you...

[There's a slight pang of concern and hurt.] Do you think I don't, Nate?

It’s not that. I can feel it. Telepath, remember?

( and it’s always stupid to try and lie or hide something from a telepath. even with a messed up mind like wade’s, he can still feel it from him. a glance down, he picks at the pillow he holds there against his chest. )

It’s just hard sometimes because I… don’t know if I’m actually feeling it or my mind is telling me I’m wanting it. Ever since coming back things are just… difficult to make sense of. I don’t know if I always trust myself. Like I’m second guessing everything. What I say, what I do, what I don’t, what I feel. I don’t always know if it’s right or enough. Especially after what happened. When I was being influenced.

( looking up to wade, he frowns. )

I suck at making coffee and talking, huh?

[Coffee set aside, Wade moves in, hand falling over Nate's against the pillow.]

I don't trust myself, either. For different reasons. But... I don't think we're alone in that. Everyone's a little fucked up in the head, and most people don't know what they're doing. Some are just a little more messed up than others. But all you can do is try to figure it out.

[He squeezes Nate's hand.] Is there another telepath who can help you sort out what's going on in your head? Or are you not ready to let someone all up in there?

No.

( to both, he means. but wade is there, holding his hand on the pillow and nate leans in to gently bump his brow to the other man’s, blue eyes falling shut as he stays like that with him. )

I just need you here.

( and at that, eyes flutter open for just a heartbeat of a moment, and then he kisses him. sweet and soft and gently desperate to feel needed and wanted and… loved. )

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