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[overconfidently]

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. )

[fourthwalled]

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.]

[overconfidently]

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? )

[fourthwalled]

[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?

[overconfidently]

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?

[fourthwalled]

[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?

[overconfidently]

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. )