The night was cold. The wind blew through the rustling trees, allowing the colored leaves of autumn to fall onto the browning grass. Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett had been walking next to each other, enjoying the night. They both needed to take a walk, the dimension thing from the previous weeks stressing the two out tremendously. Logan allowed the breeze to flow through his hair. It felt nice. He almost pitied Wade for his incurable baldness, unless he were to put on that way-too-noticeable wig. Wade droned on about this and that, making stupid jokes and frowning at Logan’s lack of a reaction. Logan wasn’t listening. He didn't care. He liked Wade but sometimes he just wanted to rip him in half and remove the pebble he calls a brain.
“Shut up Wade,” Logan growled, he wasn’t in the mood for this.
“Aww, did somebody not get enough sleep little Howlett?” Wade remarked, looking gleefully at Logan, excited to finally get a response.
“Not now. I just need some quiet for a moment.” Logan responded, keeping his eyes fixated on the ground.
Wade pouted, but eventually obliged. Logan began to think again, and it wasn’t the blessing he had originally hoped for. He felt his inner anxieties begin to work up again, and he softly scratched at his neck, hoping to take some of the edge off his mind.
“I need a drink,” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his forehead.
“Gee sweetheart, if you wanna slurp something up so bad I got something better than daddy juice,” Wade responded snarkily.
“What the fuck could you even be talking about?” It was a rhetorical question, Wade would never actually respond to something, or even try to have a full-on conversation with anybody, he would just talk, never actually caring about anybody else. Logan groaned, shifting directions to walk toward the neon signs. ‘Beer!’ ‘Alcohol!!’, ‘No Girls You Creeps!!!’, perfect, just what Logan had been looking for. Wade quickly caught up to him, teasing him once more.
“Uh oh, kitty found the laser pointer.” He rushed in front of him, blocking him from going further. For once, Wade looked worried..?
“Outta my way, bub.” Logan raised his fist menacingly but Wade didn’t budge. He stared at him, cold, afraid.
“Logan. Go home, I can’t deal with you tonight.”
They had been living with each other after the whole dimension fiasco and Wade had been getting pretty tired of Logan’s messes. He had to keep the place at least kind of organized, he didn’t like the idea of Al bumping into things on his behalf. And perhaps Wade would never admit it was because he actually cared for Logan, deeply. Almost, loved him. He would never say that aloud, that would get him stabbed… a lot, but it was true, he always looked out for him and tried to treat him like family. Logan felt numb to Wade, and he showed it. He always seemed to be ready for a fight, always on edge. The few times that Wade got him loose enough to laugh was the greatest thing Wade could have right now. He would never admit it but he had been rather lonely and depressed without Vanessa. He had already known that he was Pan, so that wasn’t the issue. It was simply falling for the numbest, incapable-of-loving, douchebag man he’d ever met. Even more than Cable!
“You don’t gotta, I'll stay out of your hair.” He grimaced, before realizing his joke. He pushed Wade violently out of the way, slamming him into the ground and continuing his path through the darkness. Wade winced, not even trying to jump up to his feet and make a remark, he couldn’t. He was so worried that he felt the emotional build-up continuing to pile up on himself. He let out a groan of protest as he hit the cold dirt.
“Godammit Logan! You’re ruining yourself! Please… stop.” Wade choked, tears threatening to spill. It had seemed like just two minutes ago he was being light-hearted and fun and now he’s dealing with years of his pent-up emotion. I guess that’s what love will do to you. Logan stopped in his tracks, hearing Wade’s pleads. Logan was sure he didn’t hear him right, there was no way that Wade cared about anybody other than himself. He turned his head and immediately wished he hadn’t. Wade was sitting on the ground, cheeks red and eyes watery, and for a moment, a very brief one if he was being honest, he felt something. Pity wasn’t right, perhaps pure empathy, or care? Compassion? He couldn’t pinpoint it, and honestly, he very much didn’t want to. He tried to hide it away again, turning back until he heard Wade break. He heard soft sobs erupt from the man behind him, agony echoing through his mind. Logan felt compelled away from the neon lights and back to Wade. He felt his exterior cracking for some narcissistic fuck. He turned fully, his expression only to be described as blank. He walked back to the crying Wade, placing a gruff hand on his shoulder. Wade could barely feel it through his coat layers, but it comforted him, knowing that he could help him.
“Wade…”
“Fuck, sorry.” Wade wiped his tears away hastily, standing up and rubbing his face in his hands.
Logan sat still for a moment, he didn’t know what to do. He could still leave if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He wanted to take Wade home. So, finally, in the silence that lingered between the two (which was new for Wade), Logan patted Wade’s back, draping his arm around Wade’s shoulders and letting out a long pent-up sigh. Wade felt his tears fade away. He still felt heavy, and he definitely wanted to go find somebody who could clear Logan’s mind of the whole situation, but he still felt comforted by the strong arms that Logan had worked so hard for, and Wade didn't know when he was going to accept that he truly loved Logan.
“C’mon, let's go home.”