Something's off.
Oh, something is definitely wrong.
Wade's home, and it's silent. Fucking quiet.
Not a joke could be heard, neither humming, whistling, or singing, or anything.
Nothing.
Logan's a quiet person himself, but honestly, over the past months, he grew used to Wade never shutting the fuck up.
So yeah, he knows something's off when Wade barely uttered a word today after coming back from the market in the morning.
He was sitting on the couch, watching some random cheesy reality show with the captions on and hugging a cushion, wearing a hello kitty themed shirt, boxers with hearts printed on them and his mask.
He doesn't usually wear his mask inside the apartment.
"Hey, bub." Logan speaks, sitting next to the merc that doesn't take his eyes away from the TV.
"Hi, peanut." His tone seemed normal enough... Distant, though.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" He finally looks at Logan. The white orbes of the mask pointed at him.
"You're quiet today."
"So? Aren't you happy?"
"Why are you wearing your mask?"
"Cause I'm Deadpool. Duh-doy."
"Yeah, but usually at home, you're just Wade."
"..."
"Is everything really okay?"
"Yeah! And if it weren't, then I'd probably wouldn't know how to talk about it since you probably wouldn't understand and probably think I'm dumb. So yes, I'm great. Perfect. Really jolly, thank you."
Logan's definitely not great with words, but he cares about Wade. So he makes an effort.
"I can listen... I won't think you're dumb. I mean, not more than I normally do." He tries to joke, but Wade doesn't laugh. "Talk to me."
"That's a new one."
"Wade..."
"Is no big deal. Really. I was just grocery shopping, and people looked at me weird. Nothing new. Kids looked traumatized, old ladies terrified... You know, the usual. Heard some fun comments. Had a real great time." Wade sighs, looking back at the TV, but he didn't really seem to focus now.
Logan felt his heart ache at the sadness clear in the merc's tone, so uncharacteristic of him.
"I'm sorry, W-"
"It's fine. It's nothing. I'm used to it. 'Been living with this old ugly mug for years, it's not like any comment or insult can be news to me or whatever. It's not like they're wrong to feel repulsed, anyway."
"You're not repulsive."
Wade just chuckles, even though there were no real amusement in his voice. "Right."
"I'm serious, Wade. You think I just fuck with anyone?"
"Yeah...? Not to call you a whore or anything, but-"
"I don't. And I don't think you're ugly." He gets closer, hand slowly creeping behind Wade's head. Wade quickly holds Logan's arm strongly, hesitantly, but then he sees the genuine look in his eyes and let go. Slowly, Logan removed the mask and placed it on the couch, holding Wade's face with both hands and looking at him deeply.
"Those people don't know you. They don't know the kind, great, funny, loyal guy you are. I know you, bub. And I love you. Every part, even the ones that annoy the shit out of me."
Wade's eyes fill with water, and he looks at Logan like a sad puppy.
"Got it?" Logan asks firmly, and Wade just nods, feeling a knot in his throat. "Good." Logan leans and kisses Wade's lips softly, the merc melting completely.
"You really mean it? You don't think I'm ugly?"
"No, I don't."
"Can you put me in your pocket and never let me go? Back pocket is preferable." Wade whines, burying his face in Logan's neck, who just chuckles.
"Don't think I can, bub."
"You can! We can steal Antman's suit and shrink me or something. Want you to take care of me..."
"What if I just make us a bath and hold you?"
"...That'd be nice..."
"Great." He kisses Wade's neck.
"Are you being romantic? You are! Didn't know you had it in you, peanut. I love it, don't stop."
"What do you mean? I can be romantic." Logan retorts, sounding a bit offended.
"Can you buy rose petals and make a path for me to the bathub?"
"What, do you want a honeymoon?"
"Yes!"
Logan laughs. "I can carry you." He offers.
Wade's eyes sparkle.
"Pleasepleaseplease-"
Logan rolls his eyes and scoops Wade up, standing and holding him bridal style. Wade wraps his arms around Logan's neck eagerly.
"Oh. I'm in heaven. Wolvie heaven. Gosh, your arms-"
"Come on, let's go." He carries Wade to the bathroom.