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[There are a few things in his new life that Cable is growing accustomed to. Up until this morning, he would not have said sharing a bed with Wade was one of them.
Unfortunately, the presence of a warm body in bed with him is familiar. It staves off the subconscious reminders that he's not home and his daughter's room isn't down the hall.
It was not without teething issues, since they're both restless and hard to settle in different ways. Cable is ready for bed early, he likes to sit in dim light and read until he sleeps. Wade hasn't gotten on board with his way of thinking, but he will. Because no matter what Wade does, Cable is in bed before 9.30pm with a book. If Wade loiters too long, he just rolls over and pretends to sleep while quietly fuming.
There's also the matter of the godawful heat, which makes the presence of a warm body slightly less comforting. Fortunately, Cable keeps busy enough that he feels genuinely tired by the end of the day and if he isn't, he's only a few beers away from it. More than a few, some particularly hot nights.
On those occasions, Cable sleeps like a rock. A big, obtrusive rock that has pointy metal parts, snores and probably needs a dental dam for his teeth grinding. He feels he remembers losing patience with Wade and rolling over to sleep, probably consuming more than his share of the bed with his obtrusive rock body.
Hardly matters, because he's comfortably asleep.]
Unfortunately, the presence of a warm body in bed with him is familiar. It staves off the subconscious reminders that he's not home and his daughter's room isn't down the hall.
It was not without teething issues, since they're both restless and hard to settle in different ways. Cable is ready for bed early, he likes to sit in dim light and read until he sleeps. Wade hasn't gotten on board with his way of thinking, but he will. Because no matter what Wade does, Cable is in bed before 9.30pm with a book. If Wade loiters too long, he just rolls over and pretends to sleep while quietly fuming.
There's also the matter of the godawful heat, which makes the presence of a warm body slightly less comforting. Fortunately, Cable keeps busy enough that he feels genuinely tired by the end of the day and if he isn't, he's only a few beers away from it. More than a few, some particularly hot nights.
On those occasions, Cable sleeps like a rock. A big, obtrusive rock that has pointy metal parts, snores and probably needs a dental dam for his teeth grinding. He feels he remembers losing patience with Wade and rolling over to sleep, probably consuming more than his share of the bed with his obtrusive rock body.
Hardly matters, because he's comfortably asleep.]
[With Wade, there's no middle slider: he's either the most obnoxious roommate you'll ever have or the best one. Probably if you've never had experience with roommates. Though there is something to be said about the fact he managed to live with Blind Al not once, but twice; and considering what a prickly bitch she is, he must be doing something wrong (or she's an old blind lady and loves his coke and merc money, who knows?)
Maybe surprisingly, Wade is mostly tidy. His swords always go in the same corner every night, he doesn't leave the sheets a tangled mess, and he's never mixed up their toothbrushes (maybe once, when he came home drunk. So sue him.) But Cable's old man reading routine? Ugh. Drives him up a wall, yeah. Not that Wade's exactly been a big reader ever, but there were times -- on certain days -- when it'd just be him and Ness and the quiet, a book in their hands, and then she'd make him give a book report while tying him to the bed and battering his ass into the mattress. It'd been a damn good time.
And now? Well, he sure as hell doesn't have any books around.
Got other stuff. Now a random collection of knives, including his favourite -- the unicorn-headed letter opener he nicked from the haunted office building that he sharpened into a shiv. A bag of marbles and jacks (who knew the damn things even still existed?) Maybe a stuffie that doesn't look anything like any animal Wade's seen, but it's soft and furry and it's got a supremely disturbing amount of legs, so that's enough for him. He comes home and it's usually the first thing he grabs on the way to bed. Where it's currently sitting on his head now. Exhaustion isn't a thing for him, but that sort of bone-deep tiredness is; there's plenty of nights he comes home and flops into bed and only manages a night, bitch before he's floated off. He doesn't talk about how much better he sleeps since Cable agreed to share the room. Doesn't think about how fucking insane he felt from the silence in the room before there was another body in it.
Been a long time since he was in a place alone, huh? Even after Ness and him -- he went slithering back to Al's side.
So now he's in bed, with a maybe-insect stuffed animal on his head, and he's thrown an arm over Cable's side and maybe a leg and maybe he does have this horrible penchant for latching onto the nearest thing in bed, whether it's a pillow or a gun or a body, without any regard for how hot it is or isn't. It's not until Cable's rolling on top of him he starts awake, giving a groan. Ugh. It'd been a good dream, too. (Evidenced by the drool spot on his pillow.)] Cabe. M'all for you crushing me, but prefer you doin' it on purpose.
[C'mon, he has to go to work tomorrow. Who's idea was it to share the bed, anyway? (Three guesses, first two don't count.)]
Maybe surprisingly, Wade is mostly tidy. His swords always go in the same corner every night, he doesn't leave the sheets a tangled mess, and he's never mixed up their toothbrushes (maybe once, when he came home drunk. So sue him.) But Cable's old man reading routine? Ugh. Drives him up a wall, yeah. Not that Wade's exactly been a big reader ever, but there were times -- on certain days -- when it'd just be him and Ness and the quiet, a book in their hands, and then she'd make him give a book report while tying him to the bed and battering his ass into the mattress. It'd been a damn good time.
And now? Well, he sure as hell doesn't have any books around.
Got other stuff. Now a random collection of knives, including his favourite -- the unicorn-headed letter opener he nicked from the haunted office building that he sharpened into a shiv. A bag of marbles and jacks (who knew the damn things even still existed?) Maybe a stuffie that doesn't look anything like any animal Wade's seen, but it's soft and furry and it's got a supremely disturbing amount of legs, so that's enough for him. He comes home and it's usually the first thing he grabs on the way to bed. Where it's currently sitting on his head now. Exhaustion isn't a thing for him, but that sort of bone-deep tiredness is; there's plenty of nights he comes home and flops into bed and only manages a night, bitch before he's floated off. He doesn't talk about how much better he sleeps since Cable agreed to share the room. Doesn't think about how fucking insane he felt from the silence in the room before there was another body in it.
Been a long time since he was in a place alone, huh? Even after Ness and him -- he went slithering back to Al's side.
So now he's in bed, with a maybe-insect stuffed animal on his head, and he's thrown an arm over Cable's side and maybe a leg and maybe he does have this horrible penchant for latching onto the nearest thing in bed, whether it's a pillow or a gun or a body, without any regard for how hot it is or isn't. It's not until Cable's rolling on top of him he starts awake, giving a groan. Ugh. It'd been a good dream, too. (Evidenced by the drool spot on his pillow.)] Cabe. M'all for you crushing me, but prefer you doin' it on purpose.
[C'mon, he has to go to work tomorrow. Who's idea was it to share the bed, anyway? (Three guesses, first two don't count.)]
[It is a small miracle that they're both relatively tidy people, given they both have a tendency to collect objects. Cable is clearly amassing supplies for both survival and for building things. It is meticulously organised.
Books are probably one of the few things he keeps for pleasure, as are the weird plants he has growing on dirty, structurally unsound balcony.
And to some extent, Wade. Who is decent company and a better roommate than Cable expected, glowing praise. The neediness in this friendship is a two-way street, even if Cable plays it subtly.
This is not subtle. He's not cuddling, per se. He is draped over Wade, who is a familiar body in his bed. He's so far on top of him, he wonders if he really was aware he was behind him. He grunts.
Then, silence. He falls back asleep. You can tell, because he starts snoring again.]
Books are probably one of the few things he keeps for pleasure, as are the weird plants he has growing on dirty, structurally unsound balcony.
And to some extent, Wade. Who is decent company and a better roommate than Cable expected, glowing praise. The neediness in this friendship is a two-way street, even if Cable plays it subtly.
This is not subtle. He's not cuddling, per se. He is draped over Wade, who is a familiar body in his bed. He's so far on top of him, he wonders if he really was aware he was behind him. He grunts.
Then, silence. He falls back asleep. You can tell, because he starts snoring again.]
[Who knew he was inviting God's most precious doomsday prepper into his home? (Except it's kind of cute. Don't expect him to admit it! And don't expect for Wade to explain why sometimes he's added to it, like maybe there's bandages with kitties on them that's found its way into a first-aid kit.)
He's framing that glowing praise, buddy.
Once he can get out of bed and isn't being crushed. You know, this isn't bad per se, but it's like of like when a panther's laying in your lap and its paw is just sort of hovering right over your groin. Like. One wrong move and pow, you're regrowing your junk for the third time this week.
As an example. Purely hypothetical.]
Nathan Cable Cableson. [Wade could shove him, probably hard enough to even send him launching, but... ugh. He's running on three hours of sleep and maybe he's incredibly soft when you dig around the hard, rotten-fish outer shell of him. Al never cuddled with him.] Don't make me do it.
[He's gonna do it! He's doing it. It's the kind of thing he comes up with as the lesser of two evils, with one just pushing Cable off -- and the second, the one he picks, just licking his cheek to wake him up.
Ew, actually.] That was way less fun than I was expecting.
He's framing that glowing praise, buddy.
Once he can get out of bed and isn't being crushed. You know, this isn't bad per se, but it's like of like when a panther's laying in your lap and its paw is just sort of hovering right over your groin. Like. One wrong move and pow, you're regrowing your junk for the third time this week.
As an example. Purely hypothetical.]
Nathan Cable Cableson. [Wade could shove him, probably hard enough to even send him launching, but... ugh. He's running on three hours of sleep and maybe he's incredibly soft when you dig around the hard, rotten-fish outer shell of him. Al never cuddled with him.] Don't make me do it.
[He's gonna do it! He's doing it. It's the kind of thing he comes up with as the lesser of two evils, with one just pushing Cable off -- and the second, the one he picks, just licking his cheek to wake him up.
Ew, actually.] That was way less fun than I was expecting.
[Cable is vaguely aware that Wade is speaking. He's also vaguely aware that something is licking his face. Probably a dog. Probably Wade's stupid dog that he keeps talking about, because Cable is probably just picking up on his stupid dreams. Dreams about his wrinkly dog licking his bald head.
But the squirming rouses him, because it's no longer comfortable to ignore Wade. Cable's eyes flutter open, eye glowing faintly in the dark. He has the momentary bliss of waking up, knowing he still hasn't heard his alarm. Then it's a terrible reminder of where he is.
Something's poking him.]
Why are you under me? [Tiredly, and also like Wade did this.]
Why is my face wet? [Cable swipes his hand across his face, thinking.]
Why is my face wet, Wade?
But the squirming rouses him, because it's no longer comfortable to ignore Wade. Cable's eyes flutter open, eye glowing faintly in the dark. He has the momentary bliss of waking up, knowing he still hasn't heard his alarm. Then it's a terrible reminder of where he is.
Something's poking him.]
Why are you under me? [Tiredly, and also like Wade did this.]
Why is my face wet? [Cable swipes his hand across his face, thinking.]
Why is my face wet, Wade?
[ Is he doing this 'cause Charles asked him to? Yeah. He is. That's what he's gonna say if anybody asks, and that's all he's gonna admit to. But if you wanna know the truth, it's more than that. It's—
Whatever. He's just doing it, alright? What's it matter why? ]
You in the city?
Whatever. He's just doing it, alright? What's it matter why? ]
You in the city?
[Oh my god, he really is initiating! There's not a squeal when Wade plucks up his phone, a spatula in the other, to see what number is texting him. Which he can see easily, considering it's listed as ❤️❤️❤️peanut!!❤️❤️❤️.
Yes, he texts during work. Who doesn't?]
well yeah i live here
[That's what the kids call "keeping it cool". Okay, that's what boomers call it. What the kids call it is "rizz".]
i dont get paid until friday if ur trying to bum another nood bowl off me
Yes, he texts during work. Who doesn't?]
well yeah i live here
[That's what the kids call "keeping it cool". Okay, that's what boomers call it. What the kids call it is "rizz".]
i dont get paid until friday if ur trying to bum another nood bowl off me
[ What? No— ]
Professor's doing his thing, wants us to shake hands over eggs and coffee.
[ The usual bullshit. Look, they both know how Charles is, he doesn't need to get into it. And no, he doesn't care about this stuff—got better things to do, frankly—but he does care about Charles.
Maybe he misses the team, too. Deep down. ]
He thinks you oughta come.
Professor's doing his thing, wants us to shake hands over eggs and coffee.
[ The usual bullshit. Look, they both know how Charles is, he doesn't need to get into it. And no, he doesn't care about this stuff—got better things to do, frankly—but he does care about Charles.
Maybe he misses the team, too. Deep down. ]
He thinks you oughta come.
[His tongue is buzzing and it's hard to determine if that's just stubble or Cable washes his face in acid. There's no questioning the bathroom habits of someone from the apocalyptic future. Maybe he doesn't even have a sink in the future. Why's he never asked if Cable has a sink? He might have lived on a horrible little homestead with a giant laser gun and... canned rations.
This is what three hours of sleep is getting him.]
Why am I -- bitch, you rolled on top of me! [It's probably a miracle, to this point, there haven't been more nights that devolve into bitchslapping, but there is something to be said about Wade coming home after having done a real, human job. It's like a dog with a job; it gets all that extra energy out.
It's not the glowing eye that's a little intimidating, it's that... oh, it seems really bad Cable repeated the question, huh?]
Uh.
[Don't blame the mold, don't blame the mold.]
A small monsoon localized entirely in our motel room? [That's not gonna work.] If your next thought is watersports, I can assure you that it's definitely not from that.
[Nailed it.]
This is what three hours of sleep is getting him.]
Why am I -- bitch, you rolled on top of me! [It's probably a miracle, to this point, there haven't been more nights that devolve into bitchslapping, but there is something to be said about Wade coming home after having done a real, human job. It's like a dog with a job; it gets all that extra energy out.
It's not the glowing eye that's a little intimidating, it's that... oh, it seems really bad Cable repeated the question, huh?]
Uh.
[Don't blame the mold, don't blame the mold.]
A small monsoon localized entirely in our motel room? [That's not gonna work.] If your next thought is watersports, I can assure you that it's definitely not from that.
[Nailed it.]
[Okay, for their first sexting experience, he was not expecting it to start with an Xavier reference. But considering the sheer amount of daddy issues in the MCU, maybe he should've seen this coming. (Present company included!)
The response isn't one-second-immediate like it usually is. Maybe 'cause his thoughts are on Wolverine -- the worst one, the one at home probably not waiting for him but maybe kind of pissed off Wade left him to tackle the rent with Al -- who doesn't get to say things like that anymore. Or. Well. Maybe he will, one day, even if they're not his. The way this Logan isn't Wade's.
Multiverses, man.]
you're jerking me off. there's no way xavier is inviting me to an xmen mingle?? is he still doing acid?
[He's pretty sure that was a thing Charles did. For real, though, who hasn't?] n what about u, huh? gonna be glaring from the cool guys corner if i show up?
The response isn't one-second-immediate like it usually is. Maybe 'cause his thoughts are on Wolverine -- the worst one, the one at home probably not waiting for him but maybe kind of pissed off Wade left him to tackle the rent with Al -- who doesn't get to say things like that anymore. Or. Well. Maybe he will, one day, even if they're not his. The way this Logan isn't Wade's.
Multiverses, man.]
you're jerking me off. there's no way xavier is inviting me to an xmen mingle?? is he still doing acid?
[He's pretty sure that was a thing Charles did. For real, though, who hasn't?] n what about u, huh? gonna be glaring from the cool guys corner if i show up?
[ He's regretting agreeing to be the one to tell Wade about it. How come Charles couldn't've shoved an invitation under Wade's door, huh? (It's 'cause, unfortunately, Logan's the only X-Man who's actually been in contact with Wade. And kept contact with him.)
Hell if he knows how that happened. ]
You coming or not?
Hell if he knows how that happened. ]
You coming or not?
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[Wow. Logan's not jerking him off.
He didn't say yes or no. Which means Logan, yeah, probably doesn't want him there, but he'll do what Charles says, or he doesn't care enough to stop it from happening, either way. Or maybe... maybe they all assume Wade will say no. Since he should. Since he's not an X-Man* (anymore).
Not that he ever really felt like one.]
kay. but i'm bringin a plus one.
He didn't say yes or no. Which means Logan, yeah, probably doesn't want him there, but he'll do what Charles says, or he doesn't care enough to stop it from happening, either way. Or maybe... maybe they all assume Wade will say no. Since he should. Since he's not an X-Man* (anymore).
Not that he ever really felt like one.]
kay. but i'm bringin a plus one.
Edited (*trainee) 2025-08-05 04:30 (UTC)
Thought you might.
[ Hey, if it was up to Logan, he wouldn't want any of them there. Or, more precisely, he wouldn't want himself there. At least, that's how it would've been back then.
It's different now. After the Sentinels—yeah, Wade might be a yappy motherfucker with half a brain rattling in his skull. But he's still one of them. So's Cable. He doesn't know about community or rebuilding or any of that. That's Charles's vision.
What he does know is, push comes to shove, he'll look after another mutant. It's what Charles would want, sure. But it's what he wants, too.
And if Wade annoys the shit out of Scott Summers along the way, he'll call that a plus. ]
[ Hey, if it was up to Logan, he wouldn't want any of them there. Or, more precisely, he wouldn't want himself there. At least, that's how it would've been back then.
It's different now. After the Sentinels—yeah, Wade might be a yappy motherfucker with half a brain rattling in his skull. But he's still one of them. So's Cable. He doesn't know about community or rebuilding or any of that. That's Charles's vision.
What he does know is, push comes to shove, he'll look after another mutant. It's what Charles would want, sure. But it's what he wants, too.
And if Wade annoys the shit out of Scott Summers along the way, he'll call that a plus. ]
[Oh boy, he can't wait to inflict Cable on people that are not Scott. Because that's definitely not why he's gonna be dragging Cable to something he might not even tell him is an X-Men meet-up. It's like being pulled into a furry convention when you were dressed to go clubbing. Hah!
It's gonna be great.]
look, hes a freak like us. might as well meet you dorks so he can tell more people about how much the future sucks in a deadpan monotone
[Also 'cause it's funny he doesn't like the X-Men, either. And yeah, yeah, blah, blah, they had an agreement. Fuck the X-Men. Wade's sticking to it. He's showing up, but he's not one of them. One bad trainee session leading into almost getting murdered to the sounds of dubstep really leaves a bad impression in a guy.]
It's gonna be great.]
look, hes a freak like us. might as well meet you dorks so he can tell more people about how much the future sucks in a deadpan monotone
[Also 'cause it's funny he doesn't like the X-Men, either. And yeah, yeah, blah, blah, they had an agreement. Fuck the X-Men. Wade's sticking to it. He's showing up, but he's not one of them. One bad trainee session leading into almost getting murdered to the sounds of dubstep really leaves a bad impression in a guy.]
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[ Uh-huh. It's not like Logan told him to sit Cable home. ]
Don't gotta convince me about that.
[ Better behaved than Wade, too, though Charles doesn't exactly bring people around for their good behaviour. Exhibit A: Magneto.
Anyway, he extended the offer, his job's done. He already knows Wade doesn't give a shit about X-Men business and he told Charles as much, to not expect a whole lot out of the invitation, that it's gonna be a waste of time.
But that's been Charles's thing, too. He doesn't expect. The door's just open. ]
Don't gotta convince me about that.
[ Better behaved than Wade, too, though Charles doesn't exactly bring people around for their good behaviour. Exhibit A: Magneto.
Anyway, he extended the offer, his job's done. He already knows Wade doesn't give a shit about X-Men business and he told Charles as much, to not expect a whole lot out of the invitation, that it's gonna be a waste of time.
But that's been Charles's thing, too. He doesn't expect. The door's just open. ]
[Cable just makes a soft, hopeless sound as he wipes at his cheek. Finally and blessedly for Wade, he rolls off and drags a hand over his face and through his hair.]
Wassthetime? [He slurs it out. He should not be this tired from having a regular, human job but there's something terribly mind-numbing about it all.
And, as he gathers his bearings and realises it was his ass crushing Wade, he adds:]
Sorry.
Wassthetime? [He slurs it out. He should not be this tired from having a regular, human job but there's something terribly mind-numbing about it all.
And, as he gathers his bearings and realises it was his ass crushing Wade, he adds:]
Sorry.
[Oh. Right. Sometimes he just -- they're a lot more alike than they are different. Logans.]
like i told you, it gets better. it IS better.
promise.
[And then maybe a few minutes later:] but don't listen to cable about it he's got the soul of a doomsday prepper. like the kind that's on tlc specifically
anyway. thanks, pnut
like i told you, it gets better. it IS better.
promise.
[And then maybe a few minutes later:] but don't listen to cable about it he's got the soul of a doomsday prepper. like the kind that's on tlc specifically
anyway. thanks, pnut
[Holy shit, there's absolutely no way he should've gotten outta that. Sucker. The little breath he makes is not relief; it's mostly his lungs refilling after 300 pounds of metal is no longer crushing him into the boxspring.
You know. Okay. Hear him out. It wasn't terrible.]
It's 4:17. [How does he know?? And Wade's suffering from cuteness aggression, which is bad if his plan was to go back to sleep. He's only just holding himself back from ruffling Cable's hair. Any internal bruising's already healed, but there's likely to be more because now he's propping his head on Cable's chest to peer down at him, his folded arms making a little pillow (so much for personal space).] What's got you so goddamn exhausted, gummy bear? Seriously, I'd think even you would find a me-sized tick on your back a little annoying.
You know. Okay. Hear him out. It wasn't terrible.]
It's 4:17. [How does he know?? And Wade's suffering from cuteness aggression, which is bad if his plan was to go back to sleep. He's only just holding himself back from ruffling Cable's hair. Any internal bruising's already healed, but there's likely to be more because now he's propping his head on Cable's chest to peer down at him, his folded arms making a little pillow (so much for personal space).] What's got you so goddamn exhausted, gummy bear? Seriously, I'd think even you would find a me-sized tick on your back a little annoying.
Christ.
[Cable says, with the empty sadness of a man with an adult job. He doesn't even question how Wade just knows the time. Sometimes Wade just knows things.]
You're softer than you look. All the pancakes. [Gruffly, he narrows his eyes at Wade as he settles on his chest. He reaches his metal hand out and pushes at his shoulder, but there's no real fight to it. It's evident that he's not even trying because if he was, Wade would not still be there.]
Something about the monotony of it. Working. [He circles his hand vaguely.]
Never done it before. Not like this.
[Cable says, with the empty sadness of a man with an adult job. He doesn't even question how Wade just knows the time. Sometimes Wade just knows things.]
You're softer than you look. All the pancakes. [Gruffly, he narrows his eyes at Wade as he settles on his chest. He reaches his metal hand out and pushes at his shoulder, but there's no real fight to it. It's evident that he's not even trying because if he was, Wade would not still be there.]
Something about the monotony of it. Working. [He circles his hand vaguely.]
Never done it before. Not like this.
Just me.
[He's still Marvel Jesus even if he's been tossed out of the timeline. Again. Don't worry; his powers of salvation came with him. That's why he's saving Cable from the monotony of being asleep and waking up feeling fully rested and fulfilled.
Even though he ruined that for Wade first. Wade's just that selfless.]
Whoa, I didn't know we were going in for 4 a.m. body shaming, Bucky. I don't see you complainin' when I come home with an extra stack.
[Nope, there's no commitment to that push so Wade's staying right where he is. He's taking advantage of sleepy Cable because sleepy Cable's at least nine percent less likely to try to cut his dick off, and that's a win.] Aw, never had to work a soul-sucking retail job? You just lived out the cushy, post-apocalyptic life? [He flicks a piece of Cable's hair that has fallen woefully out of place back in line.] Look, I'm only offerin' because you might not remember this conversation in the morning, but you can quit. Do something else. Blow up some schools or set fire to a kids' playground. I make plenty to keep us here.
[Mostly 'cause he steals an ungodly amount of food from work and he's already made it a bad idea for the guy owning the place to fire him. Guts for garters, etc. etc. Also because he hasn't spent his joolies on coke. Yet. Glaze is great because that shit is cheaper.]
[He's still Marvel Jesus even if he's been tossed out of the timeline. Again. Don't worry; his powers of salvation came with him. That's why he's saving Cable from the monotony of being asleep and waking up feeling fully rested and fulfilled.
Even though he ruined that for Wade first. Wade's just that selfless.]
Whoa, I didn't know we were going in for 4 a.m. body shaming, Bucky. I don't see you complainin' when I come home with an extra stack.
[Nope, there's no commitment to that push so Wade's staying right where he is. He's taking advantage of sleepy Cable because sleepy Cable's at least nine percent less likely to try to cut his dick off, and that's a win.] Aw, never had to work a soul-sucking retail job? You just lived out the cushy, post-apocalyptic life? [He flicks a piece of Cable's hair that has fallen woefully out of place back in line.] Look, I'm only offerin' because you might not remember this conversation in the morning, but you can quit. Do something else. Blow up some schools or set fire to a kids' playground. I make plenty to keep us here.
[Mostly 'cause he steals an ungodly amount of food from work and he's already made it a bad idea for the guy owning the place to fire him. Guts for garters, etc. etc. Also because he hasn't spent his joolies on coke. Yet. Glaze is great because that shit is cheaper.]
Maybe I like you when you've got an extra stack on you. [Cable's tolerance for being in this position has timed out, so he uses his metal arm to wedge Wade off him and onto his back. He then pats his stomach in a weirdly affectionate but too bizarre to quantify manner.
Then he rolls himself forward and out of bed. He's only in trunks, so he's unfolding a pair of sweatpants to step into. Then he glances over at Wade in bed.]
I am not going to be your house husband. [His tone is dead serious.]
Do you want coffee? I don't want to talk about it without coffee. [Or with coffee.]
Then he rolls himself forward and out of bed. He's only in trunks, so he's unfolding a pair of sweatpants to step into. Then he glances over at Wade in bed.]
I am not going to be your house husband. [His tone is dead serious.]
Do you want coffee? I don't want to talk about it without coffee. [Or with coffee.]
If I knew you were gonna be this horny at 4 A.M., I would've been the one waking you up. [He grins, rolling off like a cat who's understanding the laptime is over. But only because he agrees, obviously.
He'll take even weird doses of affection. Makes him all warm inside. He's even keeping a little journal of the times Cable's reached for him first, and circled them with hearts. That's growth.
He'll never know.]
Hey, slow down, hot stuff, I didn't even propose yet. You know some people make money doing hobbies, right? [Sweet of him to think of being a husband first. Though -- ah. Yeah. Anyway.] Look, I'm fearing for your level of hand-eye coordination right now. Sit your ass down and I'll make the coffee. Fuck knows I'm not going back to sleep now.
[He's got a shift in three hours and unlike his devil may care attitude might indicate, he does intend to keep it. Besides, the action in the back alley's been heating up lately and he's hoping to get in on it. Which is not a metaphor for an orgy, it's just your average drug trade.] Now I think about it, do you have hobbies?
[He is, in fact, pushing Cable out of the way to get to their tiny kitchenette. It might not be Nescafe, but it's gonna be close enough.] There's gotta be something more in there than reading and playing hunt-a-killer on the weekends.
He'll take even weird doses of affection. Makes him all warm inside. He's even keeping a little journal of the times Cable's reached for him first, and circled them with hearts. That's growth.
He'll never know.]
Hey, slow down, hot stuff, I didn't even propose yet. You know some people make money doing hobbies, right? [Sweet of him to think of being a husband first. Though -- ah. Yeah. Anyway.] Look, I'm fearing for your level of hand-eye coordination right now. Sit your ass down and I'll make the coffee. Fuck knows I'm not going back to sleep now.
[He's got a shift in three hours and unlike his devil may care attitude might indicate, he does intend to keep it. Besides, the action in the back alley's been heating up lately and he's hoping to get in on it. Which is not a metaphor for an orgy, it's just your average drug trade.] Now I think about it, do you have hobbies?
[He is, in fact, pushing Cable out of the way to get to their tiny kitchenette. It might not be Nescafe, but it's gonna be close enough.] There's gotta be something more in there than reading and playing hunt-a-killer on the weekends.
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I'm tired, not senile. [He argues, in the belligerent voice of every grandfather ever.
But he sits down, with his chair pointing at the kitchen so he can watch Wade from a good vantage point.]
Do you want me to start basketweaving or something? [Cable's nose wrinkles the way it does when he really doesn't like an idea.]
I was a full-time bounty hunter with an eleven year-old. I did not have time for hobbies. [He explains, as if he really needs to.]
And building shit is what got me doing menial work for old women.
But he sits down, with his chair pointing at the kitchen so he can watch Wade from a good vantage point.]
Do you want me to start basketweaving or something? [Cable's nose wrinkles the way it does when he really doesn't like an idea.]
I was a full-time bounty hunter with an eleven year-old. I did not have time for hobbies. [He explains, as if he really needs to.]
And building shit is what got me doing menial work for old women.
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.
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.
[Wade flits around like he's weightless and without worries, both of which are not true. Cable sits perfectly still like he's been carved from stone, but he does lean back to look at Wade when he hops on the counter.
He also glances down at his chest, because Wade notices things about himself he doesn't care to and it seems like a revelation to him. But he shakes his head.]
It's not free time, it's borrowed. And it doesn't make sense, so it's a wonder any of us sleep. [Because he sure spends a lot of time staring at the ceiling, questioning everything he learned about time and time travel in time school.]
Something's coming for us, eventually. [And when it happens he will remind Wade that they had this conversation.]
I'm gonna start building shit.
He also glances down at his chest, because Wade notices things about himself he doesn't care to and it seems like a revelation to him. But he shakes his head.]
It's not free time, it's borrowed. And it doesn't make sense, so it's a wonder any of us sleep. [Because he sure spends a lot of time staring at the ceiling, questioning everything he learned about time and time travel in time school.]
Something's coming for us, eventually. [And when it happens he will remind Wade that they had this conversation.]
I'm gonna start building shit.
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