Those are the same thing. [No they aren't, but do you really want to waste the energy arguing about it? Wade's already shuffled around in his little wiener-covered boxers (he picked up a pack from what he's pretty sure was a post-apocalyptic Costco) into the kitchen to start the coffee.
Doesn't take more than a few seconds for the smell to start waking him up. Mm. It's not good coffee, but something about that shitty, dime-store diner kind of coffee reminds him of the good times. Sucking it dry out of a thermos in the middle of a fucking jungle. The good ol' days.]
Pump the misogyny brakes, Cabes, I think basketweaving is pretty sick. How else do you think we carried shit before plastic? [That's just facts. History facts.
He hops onto the counter and swings his adorable, overly muscular cancerous legs, as coy as a coquette on a breezy summer's day. One might question how the fuck Wade can have energy at 4 in the morning after being flattened into a pancake by a steamroller ala Judge Doom, but -- the answer is probably the healing factor and the sheer amount of sugar he consumes on the daily at work. Pancakes are free and easy to hide in his pockets.
Wade gives him a look, the kind with a slight squint like he's clearly just said something a little insane... but Wade's also never been a parent, and that fact feels stunningly like dropping a pin into a completely empty and silent room, his legs ceasing their swings for a second.
What's it like? Having a kid? Having a family? And if he chokes, it's just a precursor to a sneeze.
He wants to fucking know so badly, though. He was so close, and even if it's gone, Cable had it. Fuck if he wants to decide whether it's easier to have it or never have. To know you never will. Doesn't matter either way.
Ah, 4 AM thoughts. Missed those. No, actually, the hell he didn't.] Man, with those pecs, the old women must love you. They'd probably pay extra for you shirtless. [Wade's the old woman in this scenario, clearly. His legs start swinging again, momentary lapse quickly quashed down again.] I'm saying you got time now. [He pauses there, then adds:] We both do. And life can't just be a series of bloody, indescribably gory murders and the character development that happens mostly off-screen in between.
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Doesn't take more than a few seconds for the smell to start waking him up. Mm. It's not good coffee, but something about that shitty, dime-store diner kind of coffee reminds him of the good times. Sucking it dry out of a thermos in the middle of a fucking jungle. The good ol' days.]
Pump the misogyny brakes, Cabes, I think basketweaving is pretty sick. How else do you think we carried shit before plastic? [That's just facts. History facts.
He hops onto the counter and swings his adorable, overly muscular cancerous legs, as coy as a coquette on a breezy summer's day. One might question how the fuck Wade can have energy at 4 in the morning after being flattened into a pancake by a steamroller ala Judge Doom, but -- the answer is probably the healing factor and the sheer amount of sugar he consumes on the daily at work. Pancakes are free and easy to hide in his pockets.
Wade gives him a look, the kind with a slight squint like he's clearly just said something a little insane... but Wade's also never been a parent, and that fact feels stunningly like dropping a pin into a completely empty and silent room, his legs ceasing their swings for a second.
What's it like? Having a kid? Having a family? And if he chokes, it's just a precursor to a sneeze.
He wants to fucking know so badly, though. He was so close, and even if it's gone, Cable had it. Fuck if he wants to decide whether it's easier to have it or never have. To know you never will. Doesn't matter either way.
Ah, 4 AM thoughts. Missed those. No, actually, the hell he didn't.] Man, with those pecs, the old women must love you. They'd probably pay extra for you shirtless. [Wade's the old woman in this scenario, clearly. His legs start swinging again, momentary lapse quickly quashed down again.] I'm saying you got time now. [He pauses there, then adds:] We both do. And life can't just be a series of bloody, indescribably gory murders and the character development that happens mostly off-screen in between.