[ Wade stops a short distance out the bathroom door, his expression flat. He backtracks, one of his bare feet squeaking on the very expensive floor as he spins around to face him. No, Cable, you don't get to rub his face in it. He'll rub his face in it all on his own.
Wait. ]
You're unbelievable! [ Wade internally panics as he rounds on Cable and realizes his entire rebuttal consists of complimenting him on sexual prowess. Everything from the way he commands him in the bedroom, where he puts his fucking hands, how he kisses him just sparked up every last nerve ending until he felt like he was fucking dying. He gives up, rolling his eyes and turning around again, shooting a sassy answer as he walks out. ] I can't help it, it's like that virus supercharged your dick. Not all of us can pull off 'sex with the T-1000' act like you can!
[ Wade is heading to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge door and closing his eyes as the cooler air hits his face. He feels flustered. ]
...How do you like your eggs and how many do you want?
[There is absolutely no way Wade was going to let Cable have the last word, so he anticipates him squeaking back into the room to challenge him.
Cable rises from pulling his pants up and straightens himself to stare directly at Wade as he berates him. As is customary, he just stares deeply and intensely at Wade. Always challenging him to say more than he wants to say and always amazed at how much that ends up being.
His pants are also tantalisingly not pulled up all the way, sitting low on his hips where they were abandoned when Cable started to square up. But that's not important right now.
Cable just stares Wade right out of the room, adjusting himself and his pants before he follows him.]
Two. Not burnt. [With all the faith in the world.]
You just make yourself at home. [He grumbles, but he is not in any way stopping Wade. He is slinking behind him to start making coffee.]
[ Wade tosses a package of bacon and carton of eggs onto the counter, then hunts down a skillet to place on the cooktop, arranging rashers of bacon in straight lines over the pan to start them cooking first. With a turn of a knob, he sets them to heat. ]
Over-easy, then. [ Wade's trying very hard not to think of how Cable looked with his pants slung so low on his waist. It's weird how appetizing someone can look with more clothes on than off. He's not sure if it's his hangover or his very recent development with Cable that's making him so fucking unwell, but he's experiencing it. He's aware that Cable is busying himself making coffee but ventures: ]
How well done do you want your bacon?
[ Wade asks, conversationally, as if they weren't just a moment ago comparing their o-faces to death or robots. Wade reaches over to pluck a spatula and tongs from where they're housed. Turns out he knows his way around a kitchen. ]
I'm partial to a little soft, not brittle.
[ Will this be the next hot debate of the day? Stay tuned, Duplicity. ]
[There's some wariness watching Wade navigate this space, full of sharp objects and fire hazards. Cable does have to admit to himself that Wade seems to know what he's doing and he starts to relax.]
I don't have a preference.
[He says it a little softer this time. It's a genuine answer. All of this is a luxury to him and he's never thought much about it. As he's making coffee, it occurs to him that he should return the favour here.]
How do you have your coffee?
[Part of it feels like domestic bliss and part of it feels like he's challenging Wade to give him the wrong answer.]
[ Wade says automatically, spinning a knife he'd used to slice open the package of bacon in his hand before flicking it across into the sink in one smooth movement. He knows his way around, but he's also still a fucking killer. Sometimes he just doesn't know how to turn it off.
Wade tosses his head over his shoulder as he wrinkles the wrapper into itself and tucks it away into the fridge. Then hunts around in his cabinets for spices while the bacon sizzles and snaps in the pan. ]
How do you take yours? [ Wade asks idly, pulling his attention away to look at him. Curious. ]
[Cable echoes, and it means nothing!!! It just makes it easier for him to make two coffees. He sets one on the counter closer to Wade, twisting the mug so the handle is pointing toward him.
He leans back on another counter with his mug in both hands, seemingly happy to warm his fingers on it.]
Don't throw shit around.
[He chides, but he's not hating watching Wade make his way around the kitchen.]
[ Wade's attention goes involuntarily up to greet that 'black, no sugar' and he feels a pull in his chest. Gravitational. Meeting a magnetism he's familiar with. He glances at the mug presented to him with the direction that handle faces and he glances up at Cable's retreating back with an air of gratitude and softness the smothers into the task of pushing half-cooked bacon to the side so he can crack eggs into it. Four of them. ]
'Kay.
[ Wade says, pushing the contents frying in the pan around before setting the spatula down and reaching for the mug, relishing a sip. Wade closes his eyes because that? Is an fucking incredible cup of coffee after being in the Down for a bit. And because he's hungover. ]
[Cable is not hungover and coming off the back of some of the best sleep (and sex) of his life, but it is good coffee. He breathes in the steam from it for a moment before he drinks.
There is an undercurrent here that this feels too comfortable. Not just what he has with Wade, but things like this-- the coffee, the food, warm showers and beds. Cable's mouth twists a little, thinking about it.]
It is. [He agrees.] So you'll never want to bite the hand that feeds you.
[Solemnly, because it's never too early to be a salty old man.]
[ Wade cradles the mug in his hands, practically huffing the delicious steam from it like an addict. He swallows a mouthful of it and lets it slide down his throat to pool in his stomach, then leaves the rest on the counter because too much of a good thing always ends up corrosive. Consuming from the inside out.
Wade puts a lid over the skillet and lets the contents cook under its steam for a few minutes. He turns to Cable, walks up to him until he crowds up against his side of the kitchen, and puts his hands on the counter at either side of him. ]
You ever think that's why they put us in our unique designations? [ In recent nights, Wade has given a lot of thought to it. That there are one too many moments that make him feel like he perhaps fit a certain mold. He wants to know if Cable feels the same sinking feeling. Just checking in between the minutes he has before he needs to check on breakfast. ]
[Cable says, and perhaps his unflinching response to the way Wade crowds right in is an example of that sense of self-assuredness he has. He just draws a sip of coffee out of his mug, waiting for Wade to work through whatever impulse is leading him right now.]
Haven't talked to enough people to figure out if it's random.
[He just leans a little further back into the counter so he can give Wade an appraising look.]
Do you think they're trying to prove something to you?
[ There's a moment where Wade's at a loss for words. At his core, he hates self-assured Dominants. Hates their entitlement, hates how the world fucking caters to them like princes of the fucking universe. Loathes himself for how easy it is in moments like these to submit and serve, even when it's harmless and not asked for.
The city just has a way of fucking things up. ]
They don't have to. [ Wade laughs, drumming his fingers before he turns away, peering into the clear glass of the lid. Ignoring the way he wants to argue his case, that he's not just a fucking servant. ]
You're a mutant, you know what it's like. [ A pause. ] Worse 50 years from now, right? After people like me fucked the planet into a coma?
Hard to say if things are better or worse here or there.
[He admits, honestly. He can't help the line of thinking that follows when his eyes trail Wade, returning to cooking their breakfast. It makes his stomach twist a little uncomfortably, but he didn't ask for this. All he can do is share his resources.]
It's hard to have comfort and not feel comfortable.
[He admits, trying to make it seem a little idle and not like a deeply troubling thought.]
I want to share it with someone. [He adds, because a further discussion with Ororo has persuaded him not to hold off.]
[ Wade understands. As much as Rowena makes life comfortable for him. He hates he can't nest the way he wants to. Can't touch her stuff, can't leave his little signatures around, his figurines in red and black, his drawings and sketches and photos. In his own room, sure, but that's just for three months. Fact is, it can't feel like home when he can't settle in with the creative ways he's used to.
Wade inspects the eggs before lifting the clear lid away and putting it aside, taking the spices he'd fished out of the cupboards earlier and sprinkling them over. When he plates them, there are equal portions of bacon, crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside, and eggs flipped easy and dusted over with smoked paprika and sea salt. Wade slides both plates onto the table, waving for Cable to join him. He makes a conscious effort to yank his headspace away from service and remind himself that he's making breakfast because he's in love with him, not because he's a Dominant.
It's just a little scary sometimes to realize how effective Duplicity is at getting in your head. ]
Yeah. [ Wade glances at the table and quietly snaps his fingers, starts exploring the drawers in search for utensils, eventually landing on them and retrieving his coffee. Sliding over into Cable's space and leaning onto the counter a smidge too close, his fingers playing into the fabric of Cable's shirt where he's leaning against the counter.
He wants to ask, You think that someone could be me? But what he says is: ] Breakfast is served. Come on.
[In tandem, they are having their own private, little thoughts about what would be ideal here. Although admittedly, as much as Cable has come to like Wade, it still probably wouldn't be ideal to live in close proximity to him.
But it does make sense, practically, for Wade to live here and just stay here and contract indefinitely with Cable. It's the bare minimum Cable could offer to improve Wade's quality of life significantly and bridge the gap that has been wedged between them by their designations.
Although, with how Wade is, if he wanted it he surely would have asked by now. It's not like he plays many cards to his chest and he probably couldn't play coy if he tried. Maybe he prefers the freedom? Maybe he doesn't want to be tethered to Cable? All those thoughts swim in his head and he's looking at Wade but not really paying attention to what he's doing.
Then, suddenly, Wade is back in his periphery and right into his personal space. Cable simply looks down at the fingers fiddling with his shirt without making any move to stop him. He follows Wade to the table, feeling more unable to process the bizarreness of this situation than almost anything else they've done together.]
Thanks for this.
[He says, eyes lingering on Wade a moment as if he's never ate a meal in his life before he seems to remember and starts to dig in. It only takes about two bites for him to need a moment to process how good it tastes. In total contrast to Wade and his coffee, it's a moment of silence and appreciation instead of an exclamation.]
[ Sex in a place like Duplicity is normal. But there wasn't a whole lot of opportunity to break bread when it came to them before being brought here. Wade sighs as he sits down to eat. Being hungover means he's conflicted about eating, his stomach really doesn't appreciate having black coffee as it's only resident so he knows that he'll feel better once he throws something else down.
Wade picks up his fork and knife, poised over the eggs on his plate. Then starts to slice through them — tidy, because the yolks are the best part when they're still warm and gooey and that shit gets everywhere when you break them. He takes a bite, and where Cable's quiet, he hums appreciatively, chewing a few times before he talks with his mouth full. ]
Cook? [ Wade scoffs with a soft laugh that ends in a snort. Please. Not like he was slaving away in the kitchen there, but it does make him happy to hear it. That's him, culinary genius, master of single-ingredient dishes. ]
Well, [ There's something funny about it, that they barely know one another outside of Russel being what brought their paths to converge across time. Wade places another bite into his mouth as he looks at Cable, expression fond. ]
What do you want to know? [ Wade asks, biting the tip of a piece of bacon. ]
[Cable is about to make a statement about how the best cooks really are the ones who make simple ingredients sing. He's also about to ask Wade to stay forever because he's tired of subsisting on cup noodles and cashews, but he doesn't.]
This is good. [He gestures almost threateningly at his eggs. He takes another mouthful, watching Wade watch him with a fond expression that he doesn't feel he deserves.]
I don't know. [God, his mind.]
Is there anything you'd like me to know? [Now it's like he's softly interrogating Wade and even he doesn't seem to realise it.]
[ Wade wonders if Cable tosses that question back at him because he's playing hard to get, acting like he doesn't have any interest in him. But if he didn't, he wouldn't have let him bother him last night, nor allowed him to crawl into his space like a flea-infested stray which might actually be more tolerable than Wade is.
So he chews on his bite of bacon — which, he notes, is the most perfect fucking strip of pork he's ever eaten in his life, fucking Dominants — with a little amused smile. ]
Let's see. I'm a Sagittarius, I was born in Regina, Saskatchewan so I'm Canadian. [ He carves around the yolk and balances it on his fork to pop it whole in his mouth, chewing a few times before he continues. ] I live in New York with my girl, Vanessa. My two favorite shows are probably The Great British Bake Off and Golden Girls, and my current favorite musical is Yentl. I'm more of a Star Wars girlie than a Star Trek, but I think they're both great.
[ He laughs, taking another bite of egg. ] Those must sound ancient to you.
[Cable is actually just terrible at this. Genuinely terrible. A lot of what Wade says, Cable picked up through his very brief investigation of him. It's different hearing it from his mouth.]
Most of it doesn't mean anything to me. [An honest answer with no irritation laced into it. He doesn't savour his food, so he finishes a lot faster and is now working on his coffee.]
So you got your girl back?
[Wade mentioned the watch a long time ago and Cable, at the time, hardly acknowledged it. Now seems like a good time to talk through that.]
[ Wade huffs a laugh, because sure enough, all of his pop culture references sail over Cable's head but not for the usual reasons. It's because they're fucking decrepit after 50 years. Do they even understand memes or was that lost somewhere in time? Wade shakes his head, but not about Vanessa. ]
I did. Saved some other people, ran some errands. It was a good day.
[ And as he said before, he wound up here, thrown right in Orientation with a line tattooed down his throat. Wade gets a little lost in thought there, but then he resurfaces, long enough to finish with the last yolk he pops into his mouth with a small sound of satisfaction. ]
Supposedly, no one notices we're gone while we're here. But if you ask me, it sounds suspiciously like something you'd tell someone so they don't bolt like a startled horse.
[ Wade wanders off in that special way only untreated attention deficit disorder typically manifests, happily chewing on the last of his bacon. ]
[They did talk about this. Briefly. And Cable probably didn't give the conversation the weight it deserved, but Wade seems as breezy as ever about repeating it. Maybe everything's fine.
Cable follows Wade's through-line into another thought, with the difficulty of someone who thinks far more rigidly.]
Apparently they can send you home and bring you back. Sometimes you remember being here, sometimes you don't.
[ Judging from the look Wade shoots Cable, this is new news. ]
Fuck me.
[ He says, pulling his mug to his face as his shoulders hit the back of his chair. For once, it's an expression and not a request. Then he seems to realize something that makes him straighten up. ]
You mean like if I were to theoretically dismember, neuter, and then unalive a fella, he might be walking around right now?
[ If so, that might be a problem. Also, Wade, maybe don't confess to murder at the breakfast table? ]
[Cable just sits perfectly still as he watches the reactions melt over Wade and the extremely specific and honest scenario spill out.
He takes a further moment, because he has absolutely no idea what to do with this information.]
Uh, yeah? [He seems to click back into place.]
I don't know. I know people who were dead in their world can come here. 'Spose we could both have a lot of intimate acquaintances make it here. [He means the people they've both definitely murdered back home.]
[ Wade pulls back with a quiet oh, landing finally that this whole coming back from the dead thing has more to do with the Duplicity application process. Wade seems to relax, nodding to himself. ]
Mm. Mmhm.
[ Wade lost track of his confirmed kills once he broke 200, he wouldn't mind another go at Sergei Valishnikov. Might be cathartic to take him apart piece by fucking piece, like he did his heart. Wade visibly pulls himself out of that pleasant thought back to Cable, smiling like he wasn't just talking about murder, indiscriminate and discriminate. Wade knows Cable can handle himself just fine, but it wasn't too long ago that they were locking eyes as they executed the child-abusing staff of Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation together. ]
Does that worry you? [ Wade drapes himself along the back of the chair, turning his robed body toward Cable, resting his head against the crook of his arm. ] Do you find yourself in the market for a morally flexible merc to watch your six?
[There is a thread of thought there that Cable could pull. It's tempting, he is curious, but decides he'd prefer Wade to volunteer whatever information he's milling over.]
Not particularly. There's nobody here who can't take care of themselves. [Like a morally flexible merc.]
Kind of assumed we'd be watching each other's backs.
[ Wade looks away, because Cable is right and in the wake of that, Wade feels foolish for making that flirty. He scoots out his chair and gets up, collecting his place, then Cable's. Leaning in to punctuate his next thought with a kiss onto Cable's temple as he says: ]
And you assumed correctly.
[ Wade realizes in hindsight scenario feels crazy and normal all at the same time. Wade pulls away to put the dishes in the sink, turning on the faucet to wash them despite the fact there's a perfectly serviceable dishwasher likely in this expensive unit. He's scrubbing the plates and flatware because he needs an outlet for his nervous fucking energy. ]
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Wait. ]
You're unbelievable! [ Wade internally panics as he rounds on Cable and realizes his entire rebuttal consists of complimenting him on sexual prowess. Everything from the way he commands him in the bedroom, where he puts his fucking hands, how he kisses him just sparked up every last nerve ending until he felt like he was fucking dying. He gives up, rolling his eyes and turning around again, shooting a sassy answer as he walks out. ] I can't help it, it's like that virus supercharged your dick. Not all of us can pull off 'sex with the T-1000' act like you can!
[ Wade is heading to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge door and closing his eyes as the cooler air hits his face. He feels flustered. ]
...How do you like your eggs and how many do you want?
[ God. ]
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Cable rises from pulling his pants up and straightens himself to stare directly at Wade as he berates him. As is customary, he just stares deeply and intensely at Wade. Always challenging him to say more than he wants to say and always amazed at how much that ends up being.
His pants are also tantalisingly not pulled up all the way, sitting low on his hips where they were abandoned when Cable started to square up. But that's not important right now.
Cable just stares Wade right out of the room, adjusting himself and his pants before he follows him.]
Two. Not burnt. [With all the faith in the world.]
You just make yourself at home. [He grumbles, but he is not in any way stopping Wade. He is slinking behind him to start making coffee.]
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Over-easy, then. [ Wade's trying very hard not to think of how Cable looked with his pants slung so low on his waist. It's weird how appetizing someone can look with more clothes on than off. He's not sure if it's his hangover or his very recent development with Cable that's making him so fucking unwell, but he's experiencing it. He's aware that Cable is busying himself making coffee but ventures: ]
How well done do you want your bacon?
[ Wade asks, conversationally, as if they weren't just a moment ago comparing their o-faces to death or robots. Wade reaches over to pluck a spatula and tongs from where they're housed. Turns out he knows his way around a kitchen. ]
I'm partial to a little soft, not brittle.
[ Will this be the next hot debate of the day? Stay tuned, Duplicity. ]
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I don't have a preference.
[He says it a little softer this time. It's a genuine answer. All of this is a luxury to him and he's never thought much about it. As he's making coffee, it occurs to him that he should return the favour here.]
How do you have your coffee?
[Part of it feels like domestic bliss and part of it feels like he's challenging Wade to give him the wrong answer.]
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[ Wade says automatically, spinning a knife he'd used to slice open the package of bacon in his hand before flicking it across into the sink in one smooth movement. He knows his way around, but he's also still a fucking killer. Sometimes he just doesn't know how to turn it off.
Wade tosses his head over his shoulder as he wrinkles the wrapper into itself and tucks it away into the fridge. Then hunts around in his cabinets for spices while the bacon sizzles and snaps in the pan. ]
How do you take yours? [ Wade asks idly, pulling his attention away to look at him. Curious. ]
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[Cable echoes, and it means nothing!!! It just makes it easier for him to make two coffees. He sets one on the counter closer to Wade, twisting the mug so the handle is pointing toward him.
He leans back on another counter with his mug in both hands, seemingly happy to warm his fingers on it.]
Don't throw shit around.
[He chides, but he's not hating watching Wade make his way around the kitchen.]
I don't have a good icon
'Kay.
[ Wade says, pushing the contents frying in the pan around before setting the spatula down and reaching for the mug, relishing a sip. Wade closes his eyes because that? Is an fucking incredible cup of coffee after being in the Down for a bit. And because he's hungover. ]
Fuck me, that's good.
hangover personified
There is an undercurrent here that this feels too comfortable. Not just what he has with Wade, but things like this-- the coffee, the food, warm showers and beds. Cable's mouth twists a little, thinking about it.]
It is. [He agrees.] So you'll never want to bite the hand that feeds you.
[Solemnly, because it's never too early to be a salty old man.]
NOT WRONG
Wade puts a lid over the skillet and lets the contents cook under its steam for a few minutes. He turns to Cable, walks up to him until he crowds up against his side of the kitchen, and puts his hands on the counter at either side of him. ]
You ever think that's why they put us in our unique designations? [ In recent nights, Wade has given a lot of thought to it. That there are one too many moments that make him feel like he perhaps fit a certain mold. He wants to know if Cable feels the same sinking feeling. Just checking in between the minutes he has before he needs to check on breakfast. ]
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[Cable says, and perhaps his unflinching response to the way Wade crowds right in is an example of that sense of self-assuredness he has. He just draws a sip of coffee out of his mug, waiting for Wade to work through whatever impulse is leading him right now.]
Haven't talked to enough people to figure out if it's random.
[He just leans a little further back into the counter so he can give Wade an appraising look.]
Do you think they're trying to prove something to you?
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The city just has a way of fucking things up. ]
They don't have to. [ Wade laughs, drumming his fingers before he turns away, peering into the clear glass of the lid. Ignoring the way he wants to argue his case, that he's not just a fucking servant. ]
You're a mutant, you know what it's like. [ A pause. ] Worse 50 years from now, right? After people like me fucked the planet into a coma?
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[He admits, honestly. He can't help the line of thinking that follows when his eyes trail Wade, returning to cooking their breakfast. It makes his stomach twist a little uncomfortably, but he didn't ask for this. All he can do is share his resources.]
It's hard to have comfort and not feel comfortable.
[He admits, trying to make it seem a little idle and not like a deeply troubling thought.]
I want to share it with someone. [He adds, because a further discussion with Ororo has persuaded him not to hold off.]
Hard to let just anyone wander into your space.
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Wade inspects the eggs before lifting the clear lid away and putting it aside, taking the spices he'd fished out of the cupboards earlier and sprinkling them over. When he plates them, there are equal portions of bacon, crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside, and eggs flipped easy and dusted over with smoked paprika and sea salt. Wade slides both plates onto the table, waving for Cable to join him. He makes a conscious effort to yank his headspace away from service and remind himself that he's making breakfast because he's in love with him, not because he's a Dominant.
It's just a little scary sometimes to realize how effective Duplicity is at getting in your head. ]
Yeah. [ Wade glances at the table and quietly snaps his fingers, starts exploring the drawers in search for utensils, eventually landing on them and retrieving his coffee. Sliding over into Cable's space and leaning onto the counter a smidge too close, his fingers playing into the fabric of Cable's shirt where he's leaning against the counter.
He wants to ask, You think that someone could be me? But what he says is: ] Breakfast is served. Come on.
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But it does make sense, practically, for Wade to live here and just stay here and contract indefinitely with Cable. It's the bare minimum Cable could offer to improve Wade's quality of life significantly and bridge the gap that has been wedged between them by their designations.
Although, with how Wade is, if he wanted it he surely would have asked by now. It's not like he plays many cards to his chest and he probably couldn't play coy if he tried. Maybe he prefers the freedom? Maybe he doesn't want to be tethered to Cable? All those thoughts swim in his head and he's looking at Wade but not really paying attention to what he's doing.
Then, suddenly, Wade is back in his periphery and right into his personal space. Cable simply looks down at the fingers fiddling with his shirt without making any move to stop him. He follows Wade to the table, feeling more unable to process the bizarreness of this situation than almost anything else they've done together.]
Thanks for this.
[He says, eyes lingering on Wade a moment as if he's never ate a meal in his life before he seems to remember and starts to dig in. It only takes about two bites for him to need a moment to process how good it tastes. In total contrast to Wade and his coffee, it's a moment of silence and appreciation instead of an exclamation.]
Didn't know you could cook. [A pause.]
I don't really know anything about you.
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Wade picks up his fork and knife, poised over the eggs on his plate. Then starts to slice through them — tidy, because the yolks are the best part when they're still warm and gooey and that shit gets everywhere when you break them. He takes a bite, and where Cable's quiet, he hums appreciatively, chewing a few times before he talks with his mouth full. ]
Cook? [ Wade scoffs with a soft laugh that ends in a snort. Please. Not like he was slaving away in the kitchen there, but it does make him happy to hear it. That's him, culinary genius, master of single-ingredient dishes. ]
Well, [ There's something funny about it, that they barely know one another outside of Russel being what brought their paths to converge across time. Wade places another bite into his mouth as he looks at Cable, expression fond. ]
What do you want to know? [ Wade asks, biting the tip of a piece of bacon. ]
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This is good. [He gestures almost threateningly at his eggs. He takes another mouthful, watching Wade watch him with a fond expression that he doesn't feel he deserves.]
I don't know. [God, his mind.]
Is there anything you'd like me to know? [Now it's like he's softly interrogating Wade and even he doesn't seem to realise it.]
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So he chews on his bite of bacon — which, he notes, is the most perfect fucking strip of pork he's ever eaten in his life, fucking Dominants — with a little amused smile. ]
Let's see. I'm a Sagittarius, I was born in Regina, Saskatchewan so I'm Canadian. [ He carves around the yolk and balances it on his fork to pop it whole in his mouth, chewing a few times before he continues. ] I live in New York with my girl, Vanessa. My two favorite shows are probably The Great British Bake Off and Golden Girls, and my current favorite musical is Yentl. I'm more of a Star Wars girlie than a Star Trek, but I think they're both great.
[ He laughs, taking another bite of egg. ] Those must sound ancient to you.
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Most of it doesn't mean anything to me. [An honest answer with no irritation laced into it. He doesn't savour his food, so he finishes a lot faster and is now working on his coffee.]
So you got your girl back?
[Wade mentioned the watch a long time ago and Cable, at the time, hardly acknowledged it. Now seems like a good time to talk through that.]
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I did. Saved some other people, ran some errands. It was a good day.
[ And as he said before, he wound up here, thrown right in Orientation with a line tattooed down his throat. Wade gets a little lost in thought there, but then he resurfaces, long enough to finish with the last yolk he pops into his mouth with a small sound of satisfaction. ]
Supposedly, no one notices we're gone while we're here. But if you ask me, it sounds suspiciously like something you'd tell someone so they don't bolt like a startled horse.
[ Wade wanders off in that special way only untreated attention deficit disorder typically manifests, happily chewing on the last of his bacon. ]
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Cable follows Wade's through-line into another thought, with the difficulty of someone who thinks far more rigidly.]
Apparently they can send you home and bring you back. Sometimes you remember being here, sometimes you don't.
[He leans back in his chair as he considers it.]
People come back from the dead, here.
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Fuck me.
[ He says, pulling his mug to his face as his shoulders hit the back of his chair. For once, it's an expression and not a request. Then he seems to realize something that makes him straighten up. ]
You mean like if I were to theoretically dismember, neuter, and then unalive a fella, he might be walking around right now?
[ If so, that might be a problem. Also, Wade, maybe don't confess to murder at the breakfast table? ]
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He takes a further moment, because he has absolutely no idea what to do with this information.]
Uh, yeah? [He seems to click back into place.]
I don't know. I know people who were dead in their world can come here. 'Spose we could both have a lot of intimate acquaintances make it here. [He means the people they've both definitely murdered back home.]
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Mm. Mmhm.
[ Wade lost track of his confirmed kills once he broke 200, he wouldn't mind another go at Sergei Valishnikov. Might be cathartic to take him apart piece by fucking piece, like he did his heart. Wade visibly pulls himself out of that pleasant thought back to Cable, smiling like he wasn't just talking about murder, indiscriminate and discriminate. Wade knows Cable can handle himself just fine, but it wasn't too long ago that they were locking eyes as they executed the child-abusing staff of Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation together. ]
Does that worry you? [ Wade drapes himself along the back of the chair, turning his robed body toward Cable, resting his head against the crook of his arm. ] Do you find yourself in the market for a morally flexible merc to watch your six?
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Not particularly. There's nobody here who can't take care of themselves. [Like a morally flexible merc.]
Kind of assumed we'd be watching each other's backs.
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And you assumed correctly.
[ Wade realizes in hindsight scenario feels crazy and normal all at the same time. Wade pulls away to put the dishes in the sink, turning on the faucet to wash them despite the fact there's a perfectly serviceable dishwasher likely in this expensive unit. He's scrubbing the plates and flatware because he needs an outlet for his nervous fucking energy. ]
Like you said, we're connected.
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