It was supposed to accomplish having a fucking moment to speak to you without Captain Romeo getting in my face but everything about that night went to shit anyway.
[He is growing irritated with his conversation and he shifts uncomfortably under Wade, glancing aside and then back to Wade.]
I'll talk to him one on one. It's not a big deal. [He says, finally.]
[ Wade sits up a little straighter, the discomfort settling in Cable's body being enough incentive for him to drop it. Sensing Cable's growing agitation, he strokes his fingers around in circles on his chest, including over the metal half of it. ]
Okay, okay. I stand corrected.
[ Taking a mental step back, Wade reminds himself that not everyone has as easy time adjusting to chaos like he does. Cable's been here, what, some weeks? And already everything he knew about where they stood, who they were... it's all sideways. Not all bad but it's probably overwhelming. That, and he has a wife and kid waiting for him back home. ]
I know it takes adjusting to. Being here. Even if you're treated like royalty, it's... a lot to take in.
[ Wade says, sincere with his sympathy. Cautious about using it, because sometimes sympathy hurts more. ]
Thanks for — [ Everything. Saving his life, giving him affection. One of the best nights of his life. ] letting me stay the night.
[ Despite the banter, the challenge, and contradictions, Wade is very fond of him. He trusts him, too, which isn't much of a twist. But he was right, Wade did come when called, only hours later, and then there's the not-so-small matter of the heartstopping way Cable rewarded that.
Wade doesn't want to leave. It would mean Cable wouldn't be drawing little circles onto his skin as his stupid tall body sits on his lap in the middle of his kitchen. ]
I should get going.
[ Wade doesn't move. But instead of saying something sappy that he will definitely never live down anytime soon, he says: ]
[Cable's reluctance for Wade to leave is very coolly concealed under an expectant veneer. He arches a brow at him, waiting for him to make some sort of move since he's the one on top here.
Cable feels anticipation hanging in the air for a moment, waiting for Wade to follow it up and feeling fully unable to predict what he might say. He definitely is not expecting that and he grimaces, moving to stand up whether Wade gets up or not.]
Would you shut the fuck up and get out of here already?
[There is absolutely no venom in his voice, just exasperation.]
[ Wade, expecting such an outcome, is altogether too ready to step up and out of his perch on Cable's lap, tucking the robe around him for modesty's sake, despite the fact that he had not so long ago performed an impromptu lap dance without it. ]
Oh my god, fine!
[ Feigning offense, Wade makes a show of sashaying out of Cable's kitchen to collect all the little pieces of his tactical suit he dropped on his way to the bedroom. After a few minutes, he's finally dressed, squirming one of his hands into his gloves near the foyer. ]
Okay, toodles - have a good rest of your day!
[ He says, opening Cable's front door to see himself out. ]
[Cable watches Wade flounce around the apartment and gather his things. He does not help, because if Wade wanted this to be easy he should have taken it off more carefully.
Cable leans against the counter as Wade heads to the door. There's a weird impulse in him to do something now. Kiss Wade? Hug him? It suddenly feels like too much. Like he's seeing his wife off. He stays glued to the counter, but he does offer Wade a small smile.]
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Then tell me. Why'd you do that come hither gesture while I was holding him back? What was that supposed to accomplish?
[ Wade's hands press on his chest, stressing for emphasis. ]
Help me to understand what that was about.
[ Because it sure seems like involving himself. ]
If it didn't mean anything, fine. I'll leave it alone.
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[He is growing irritated with his conversation and he shifts uncomfortably under Wade, glancing aside and then back to Wade.]
I'll talk to him one on one. It's not a big deal. [He says, finally.]
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Okay, okay. I stand corrected.
[ Taking a mental step back, Wade reminds himself that not everyone has as easy time adjusting to chaos like he does. Cable's been here, what, some weeks? And already everything he knew about where they stood, who they were... it's all sideways. Not all bad but it's probably overwhelming. That, and he has a wife and kid waiting for him back home. ]
I know it takes adjusting to. Being here. Even if you're treated like royalty, it's... a lot to take in.
[ Wade says, sincere with his sympathy. Cautious about using it, because sometimes sympathy hurts more. ]
Thanks for — [ Everything. Saving his life, giving him affection. One of the best nights of his life. ] letting me stay the night.
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Yeah, it is. [He says in his best no shit voice.]
Thanks for [the eggs.] the eggs. And for coming. [His thumb traces idle shapes on Wade's thigh.]
Like I said, it was good.
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[ Despite the banter, the challenge, and contradictions, Wade is very fond of him. He trusts him, too, which isn't much of a twist. But he was right, Wade did come when called, only hours later, and then there's the not-so-small matter of the heartstopping way Cable rewarded that.
Wade doesn't want to leave. It would mean Cable wouldn't be drawing little circles onto his skin as his stupid tall body sits on his lap in the middle of his kitchen. ]
I should get going.
[ Wade doesn't move. But instead of saying something sappy that he will definitely never live down anytime soon, he says: ]
Think I could have your ass for dessert?
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Cable feels anticipation hanging in the air for a moment, waiting for Wade to follow it up and feeling fully unable to predict what he might say. He definitely is not expecting that and he grimaces, moving to stand up whether Wade gets up or not.]
Would you shut the fuck up and get out of here already?
[There is absolutely no venom in his voice, just exasperation.]
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Oh my god, fine!
[ Feigning offense, Wade makes a show of sashaying out of Cable's kitchen to collect all the little pieces of his tactical suit he dropped on his way to the bedroom. After a few minutes, he's finally dressed, squirming one of his hands into his gloves near the foyer. ]
Okay, toodles - have a good rest of your day!
[ He says, opening Cable's front door to see himself out. ]
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Cable leans against the counter as Wade heads to the door. There's a weird impulse in him to do something now. Kiss Wade? Hug him? It suddenly feels like too much. Like he's seeing his wife off. He stays glued to the counter, but he does offer Wade a small smile.]
Goodbye, Wade.