[ Wade hates himself, he really does. He probably hates himself more than Francis, than his father, than his mother, than any of the people he's ever killed ever did. He hates himself even more because the moment Peter leaned in Wade found himself unable to push him away, or even pull away. Fuck, he'd even closed his eyes expecting what was coming next.
It wasn't meant for him, it wasn't meant for him, it wasn't meant for him. He should stop him. He's not all there right now. Wade's done some stupid shit he regretted while he was drunk, high, or just plain having a mental breakdown.
... Wade? It has his eyes snapping open and a breath he'd been holding onto escaping him as a sigh. Was it of relief or upset? Don't ask him, he doesn't know. He sounds like he's been punched in the gut when he answers, and his eyes keep dancing between Peter's and his lips, like he can't decide where he should be looking. ] Welcome back, Petey-Pie. [ He goes oddly silent, which probably isn't a good sign, worse than the nervous rambling. Wade Wilson doesn't really do silence very well.
hey fuck u
It wasn't meant for him, it wasn't meant for him, it wasn't meant for him. He should stop him. He's not all there right now. Wade's done some stupid shit he regretted while he was drunk, high, or just plain having a mental breakdown.
... Wade? It has his eyes snapping open and a breath he'd been holding onto escaping him as a sigh. Was it of relief or upset? Don't ask him, he doesn't know. He sounds like he's been punched in the gut when he answers, and his eyes keep dancing between Peter's and his lips, like he can't decide where he should be looking. ] Welcome back, Petey-Pie. [ He goes oddly silent, which probably isn't a good sign, worse than the nervous rambling. Wade Wilson doesn't really do silence very well.
Peter is going to hate him. ]