This is not new. Logan feels his body shake as he wakes up, panting hard and with no awareness of his surroundings. He’s in bed, just like he remembers being in last before dozing off, and it’s dark out. Still dark out. Logan couldn’t even get through a proper night without waking in the middle of it.
“You okay, Peanut?”
Logan looks beside him, Wade looks back. He had his head leaning on his right palm, putting all his weight on his elbow, as he watched Logan. “You’ve been thrashing around again, Wolvie. Mind talking about it?” Wade asks.
“I’d rather not.” Logan answers. He takes notice of the blood on the sheets, and he knows it’s not from him, he’d have woken up from the pain if it was. “I hurt you,” he says to Wade.
Wade shrugs, “Kinda hot.”
Logan snorts and sits up, turning on the light of the tiny lamp Blind Al had on their apartment. It was a warm light, which made everything just a shadow of everything else, but it was enough to see the blood trail up Wade’s white shirt.
“Gonna switch out my entire closet–no, sorry, my entire box of clothes to red. I think it’ll be easier for my growing mental health.” Wade chuckles.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, Bub.” Logan says, not even smiling on the humorous personality Wade has.
“Hush, Wolvie, it’s not even there anymore!”
Logan grunts and grabs a bottle conveniently placed beside their floor-bed, Wade made a sound, displeased at the action. Before Logan could take a swig, Wade caught it in his hand and placed it somewhere unreachable for the other.
“Give me the fuckin’ bottle, Wade.”
“You drank before you went to bed, you drink after your nightmares, god, seriously, Logan, how can I ever replace what craving liquor has already given you?” Wade makes a gesture between them, “It’s like you don’t want to make this happen.” He scoffs.
“Wade—”
“Just tell me what makes you stabby, Peanut. C’mon, I won’t judge you—or make faces! Unless it’s, you know, Dolly Parton making you watch her shit or something.” Logan throws a disgusted look at him, such utter horror present in his face before Wade continues. “You told all of your exes what your nightmares were about, didn’t you?”
Logan freezes at Wade’s words. “I did.” He whispered, turning his head to look at the charred face that created moonly shadows everywhere. Jean knew, or at least hallucinated Jean, and so did Mariko, despite both of them not being Logan’s official girlfriends.
“They weren’t my exes, Wade.”
Wade snorts, “You’re right, but I am your boyfriend. The only one you’ve fucked and not tell anything about your dreams.”
Humor was still laced in his voice, but Logan knew he was becoming impatient as this conversation went on. It’s been the umpteenth time where Wade asked him about it, and each time he refused to do so and instead drowned the images with poison, each time Wade complied and gave him space. It was the first time Wade used the ‘I’m your boyfriend’ card for serious matters and not for dumb shit like asking for Logan to buy him a lifetime supply of chimichangas or for Logan to carry him bridal style whenever he was wounded in his leg.
The bastard was, unfortunately, regenerative! He was blown to bits once and he managed.
“Do you hear that, Peanut?” Wade asks, looking at the window. “I hear a skanky jealous bitch talking shit about me.”
Logan looked at him concerned until he decided to pay his words no mind, he’s just Wade being Wade. Which is a dumbass.
“Son of a bitch..” Wade whispers to the chilly breeze.
Logan thinks of what to say next, sighing before finally opening his mouth; “You’re right, Wade. I’m sorry.”
Wade hums, slinging his arm around Logan’s waist and burying his face into it. Logan’s hand lingers just on the edge of Wade’s bare shoulder.
“It’s about them,” Logan says quietly, “always about them.”
“The X-men?” Wade’s muffled voice goes through.
“The X-men. My X-men, Wade, the ones I’ve completely fucked over. The ones I’ve..I’d no problem putting my claws inside.”
Wade hums again, making sure Logan knew he was listening to everything.
“I see them all dying, and me surviving, like how a bad memory starts. I see myself digging through everyone, all of them the bad ones, just to see them morph into them, right where the last one breathes their last, always.” He exhales a shaky breath and holds onto the arm Wade had around him.
Wade turns his head to look at him, cheek still resting against Logan’s waist. “It’s not your fault, Jimmy.” Wade tries to assure him.
Logan shakes his head at the name, “No, not Jimmy. That’s now who I am, Wade.”
“Alright, it’s not your fault, Honey Badger. You were tricked by a Mystique-stealing-name who-ha. If I stab you right now while out of my mind, would you hate me then?”
Logan shakes his head. “You’d stab me anyway. Doesn’t matter if you’re out of it.”
Wade smiles at this and agrees. He couldn’t count the amount of times both of them have stabbed each other before without reason, it’s like foreplay or something, at least for Wade.
Logan finally lays down. For a minute, they lay there quietly, hearts beating together in sync like a well-performed dance. Logan listens to the way it thundered in their chests, smells the domestication of his very being.
He was listening then too, when he killed his friends in a dazed state. He remembers the beating of several hearts, out of sync, without rhythm.
“How did I die?” Wade hears Logan ask.
Wade answers, “Well, you died protecting X-23, Peanut. I’d have to watch it again if you want more details. It’s completely not because someone’s only in the middle of the movie and can’t write what happened in the end.”
“X-23, Laura, I don’t know her, Bub.” Logan says.
“X-23’s your daughter, Wolvie. Or, actually, she’s our Logan’s daughter. Kind of a fucked up situation there.”
Logan thinks of the night he first talked to Laura, just in front of a fire in the middle of the woods. She looked perplexed, like looking at him was both the hardest and the easiest thing to do. And when she spoke to him, Logan felt lost, felt her heart racing, as opposed to his fucked up heartbeat Laura probably heard.
He had never thought of having his own biological family. He had the X-men, and they completely filled the gap, what more could Logan want then?
Even when presented the opportunity, Logan thought none of it. Wade didn’t care too, despite his excitement when he had the chance with Vanessa. Logan thinks of it more than he should, more than he likes. They haven’t had the baby talk yet, given that neither of them can get pregnant, but it rattles Logan; the fact that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever want to have a child while Wade definitely does deep down.
He was sure he’d be a terrible parent, the kind that the kid ignores to go straight to the other after school.
“I’ve never thought about having a daughter—or any child at all.” Logan says, tracing his fingers up and down Wade’s arm. “I bet your Logan didn’t either.”
“You’re right, he didn’t. But he managed, and he did good, Laura survived. And also, wasn’t that power-sucking chick with white streak your daughter? Kind of?”
Logan laughs, “Rogue was barely my daughter. She was a good child, a great X-men, but no, I just wasn’t fit to be a father then, still isn’t now.”
“You literally fathered an entire generation, white Morgan Freeman.”
“I don’t know what that means, Bub.” Logan says, not bothering to sound confused, he wouldn’t get it even if Wade explains anyway.
“The point is, Sugarcakes, you can’t just decide you’re going to be a terrible father. As a great person once told me; kids give us a chance of being better than we used to be!” Wade tells him, voice much louder than his.
Logan thinks about it. In a way, it made sense. It applied well to Wade, Logan was sure Wade would be the best parent there ever was, way better than his.
Then, Logan thinks again, but this time he thinks of what could’ve been if only Vanessa had been pregnant with Wade’s. Would she still leave him? Would Wade still run after her? Where would he be? Back on a pub, most likely Sister Margaret’s but without T.J fucking Miller because Wade hates him now, drinking away while he slowly succumbs to poison one way or another.
If Wade only had gotten what he wanted with the girl he had always loved, maybe then, Logan wouldn’t be here laying on the floor thinking about a daughter he never fathered and being a father to a child that would never be his.
“Do you miss her?” Logan asks, much quieter than the previous ones. He wanted to hear an answer, but the fear never faltered. That’s funny; he rarely felt fear, it would come up so difficult, and yet Wade managed to gouge it out of him whenever he wanted to.
Wade doesn’t respond as quickly as he had before, and Logan tries to swallow the lump in his throat.
“No, Peanut, I don’t.” Wade answers truthfully. “She has her own life now and I have mine. I got the goddamn Wolverine, Babe, if ever I show regret, cut me to pieces and put me inside an adamantium box.”
Logan feels his heart swell, his face hurting from the restraint he was doing to not smile at the silly answer. Wade cuddles closer to him after and Logan knew that if he ever dies, he wanted to do so within the arms of Wade, enwrapped with the heat of his romance—lullabied by the words he yielded with much love and power. Let him be killed in the arms of the man he loves, compensation for all the deaths his hands carried on in the past.
“I love you, Wade.” Logan tells him.
“I love you too, Peanut. Can we sleep? It’s like the ass-crack of dawn and we need to kill all those jackasses at noon, remember?” Wade says through a yawn.
Logan chuckles and covers both of them with the blanket, Wade managed to save this one from his claws, kissing him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Bub.”
—
This is not new. Wade looks happily at Logan as he eats away his chimichangas one by one, kicking his feet in the air like a kid that’s been given his candy. Logan cracked quickly this time, it only took Wade four persuasive whines for him to give in and buy him all ten chimichangas. Logan hated the stuff, made his stomach churn, but Wade loved them, and who was he but an oversized yellow wallet for the other.
They were back to that one store on the side of the street, the bench they ate the greasy food on after saving the universe. Their suits matched, Wade’s red complimented Logan’s yellow well, especially when they’re both dipped in blood and made squeaky noises whenever they moved. The plastic wraps piled up between them, and Logan could feel stares from everyone passing by. Either from his bloodied suit or the fucking-up-the-planet machinery that keeps on growing and growing.
Wade moans through another bite; “This is the best food that ever exists.”
Logan let him be, the best food to ever exist was still booze for him.
“It’s really sad the author didn’t even know they existed until meeting me and doesn’t know how to describe heaven properly.”
Logan sniffs, “Slow down, Babe, you’ve got all that disgustin’ stuff all over your face. I don’t like kissin’ grease.”
Wade ignores him and keeps eating. Logan sighs and lets him be, it was the last one after all.
After a few minutes, Wade finally finished. Logan grunts as he stands up, muscles getting used to just lazing around the bench waiting for the other to finish. He stood there while Wade hugged the pile and brought it clumsily to the nearest trash can, some dropping on the floor. Logan picks them up.
“Oh! Thank you, Peanut!” Wade says. Logan grunts again, pecking Wade in his temple before walking away.
Logan continued to walk until he realized he wasn’t being followed. After hearing zero mouthful of unnecessary and irrelevant information, he turned around and saw Wade going into the opposite direction. He runs to him.
“Took you long enough, Babe.” Wade tells him as he reaches him.
“The house’s that way, Wade.” Logan says.
“I know, Pookie, I just have another hole I need to put a check across on in my to-do list. So many holes, and I’m surprisingly managing!” Wade says, winking to the unknown as he walks again, loving the idea of having the Wolverine follow him like a pup. And he does, Wolverine follows him wherever he goes.
Wade hooked his arm around Logan’s at some point, even intertwining their hands together. Logan didn’t mind the public display Wade loves doing, in fact; Logan even initiates it sometimes. Logan noticed Wade would only be affectionate with him when they’re in suits, once even almost falling into a full on make out session, but never when he’s on his tank top and Wade’s on his hoodie, when they’re just Wade and Logan.
He’d talk to him about it, just to make sure they’re both doing well, but that’s for another story. Wade would probably wait for it, and so should everyone else.
Logan looks at the towering height of the Xavier Mansion, eyeing every detail like he would be able to compare it to their mansion. And he could, it wasn’t the same, this mansion lacked the bad memories he lived with.
“What are we doing here, Wade?” Logan’s voice had an edge to it, and normally Wade would be all up on it, and he still is, but this wasn’t the time to get excited from hearing his boyfriend’s angry voice.
Logan was staring at him but Wade refused to look back, and Logan knew the bastard was smiling sheepishly inside the probably-moist-and-sweaty mask. “Surprise!” Wade says when he looks at him, putting up jazz hands to emphasize the grand reveal.
“Wade,” Logan warns.
Wade’s body movement tells him he wasn’t going to listen any time soon. “C’mon, Peanut, it’s just a visit, why don’t we go inside and find out I’m right and I’m the greatest mutant ever? I’m Marvel Jesus for Christ’s sake, I know what I’m doing, Honey Badger!”
Logan could hear the way the door creaked when it opened, could even smell the staring watchers at the balcony, so he took a glance and saw Colossus; the big old metalhead. Well, metaleverywhere. Wade follows his sight and waves to the Russian, dragging Logan inside with him.
On top of the stairs, Logan saw two girls—X-men with their hands intertwined, seeing that made him realize the state of his and Wade’s hands. He looked down and hummed approvingly.
“Hi Wade!”
“Hi Yukio!”
“Finally considering the long-standing offer, Wade?” Colossus asks, arms crossed in his chest.
Wade shakes his head comically, Logan worries he might get whiplashed until he realizes he could just snap his neck right again. No biggie. “No, CD Dwayne the Rock, have you really learned nothing from the second movie? Skanky yellow and blue just isn’t for me.” He turns to Logan, “No offense, Babe.”
“What do you want then, Freddie?” Ellie asks.
“Ellie!” Yukio scolds her.
“Surprised you know that movie, fetus-face. Thought you only knew Megan and those hot killers your generation likes fantasizing concerningly.” Wade shouts. “You know I know someone who really likes Hannibal, doesn’t know what to do with her life either except be a bum writer with commitment issues.”
Ellie flips her off. Wade feels sweat all over his body—and oh, is that a stone in his suit shoes?
“Bitch.” Wade whispers while he takes a moment to grab and wiggle his foot, Logan watches like his boyfriend was making a fool of himself, which he was.
After a hot minute of tomfoolery, Wade stops and finally answers the question everyone was waiting for.
“We’re here for another X-man, guys. What, you thought you’re the only ones important here? Spoiler alert, Disney’s far richer than Fox.” Wade laughs horribly.
“Who is it, Wade?” Colossus asks.
Just then, another figure steps down from the stairs, a scowling figure might Wade add.
God, she really was Logan’s daughter.
“I know right.” Wade says out of nowhere to no one.
“What is it?” Laura grunted once she stood in front of the two.
Wade gasps, hands to cheeks and all, and laughs again. “Who knew X-23 had theater gifts? That was one hell of a timing! It’s like you’ve been working with Hugh Jackman for some time in your life!”
Logan pinched his side, earning a howl of pain from Wade. “Okay, fine! Marvel H. Christ, it’s like you all don’t want this to be more than three thousand words.” Wade looks somewhere. “We’re here because Logan’s here and you know, you’re kind of the X-men, and Wolverine plus X-men results in a high-rated franchise.”
Everyone stays quiet. Wade is confused, what he stated was a fact, why was everyone acting like it wasn’t? Wade slides a thumbs up to one of the halls before getting dragged by Logan to the opposite. Once they were alone, and before Wade could get excited, Logan spoke first.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Bub? Dragging me here, so what? So the fuckin’ X-men gets whole again? These people are not my people. My people are dead, Wade, and I killed them. Whatever high you’re trying to get off of this stunt, you’re not getting it.” Logan tells him, closing their distance to further emphasize how pissed off he was at the other.
“Woah, woah, back up there, Mr. Huge Man, this is not that type of fic. And also, yeah, I wanted you to meet my X-men—that’s the whole plot!—not because I wanted you to come running to their asses and off of mine, but because your nightmares are getting worse, Logan, and—thank god this is real—you are my boyfriend whom I love very much, so fuck me gently with a chainsaw—I am trying to be a good lover here!” Wade says, shouts, and whispers all in all. Now he’s just breathing, compensating for the air he refused to let in through that whole paragraph.
Logan was stunned. He didn't say anything else, he didn't know what to say anyway, he just stared at Wade, face unreadable. After a while, he sighed and leaned against Wade’s shoulder, humming when he felt the other’s fingers massaging his hair, making his pointy sides even more pointier.
“I just…I wanted you to see, Peanut, that the X-men are the same in every universe. They’re fine with you here, they are in yours. It was a mistake, and they’re literally a group of people who were raised by a man who loved humanity’s greatest enemy. Magneto tried to wipe out everyone in what? Every tuesday?”
Logan let out a single huff, “Magneto didn’t kill them, Bub.”
“That’s not the point—”
“No, Wade, the point is I let them down, let all of my friends—family down. And seeing them here, seeing Colossus, I taught that guy when he was still a bit less big you know? It gets bad.”
“You didn’t let them down, Lo, you did what you were trained to do, protect everyone. You didn’t know.”
“I didn’t protect, Wade. I should’ve known—”
“But you didn’t. Marvel, I really got stuck with the most stubborn Wolverine, talk about being the worst, you’re the most annoying to comfort!” Wade chuckles.
Logan looks up to him. They’re both still standing, with Logan shifting his whole body weight to Wade’s who surprisingly didn’t budge. “I’m sorry,” Logan apologizes.
“For what, Peanut? I just want you to try and get to know my X-men, especially Laura, I’m sure you’ll like her—or hate her, since, spoiler alert; she’s just a mini you.”
Logan nods, “I’ll try, Bub. I’ll try.”
They were back to the front room, or the room that both houses the front door and the main staircase, and Logan lets Wade talk through the formalities. Then after that, and he doesn’t know how it happened, he was seated in the living room with none other than Laura who was sitting on the opposite side.
Wade was in the kitchen cooking something inedible, these X-men really are too trusting sometimes.
Logan nods at Laura, “You’re this Logan’s daughter?”
Laura answers, “Kinda.” Logan could hear his voice in her. The mannerism, the tone, it all leads to him.
“How?” It seems like Logan would be playing the role of Wade today, a bastard wanting to know too many things.
“Cloned me from him.”
Silence followed after that, what was Logan supposed to say to that anyway? They both didn’t want this conversation and it couldn’t have been more evident. Logan figured teenager him wouldn’t really want it too.
“Look, kid—”
“He was mean, you know.” Laura interrupts him. She looked him directly in the eyes, and Logan didn’t know what to do. What do you do when a mirror looks at you first? “You’re more tame. Logan was always angry, he was sad but angry, cared for people angrily too.”
Logan smiles, mirroring Laura’s. “Yeah? I figure you were angry too. Must’ve been a hell of a time then.”
Laura shifts her gaze, “We have bad temper. When we first talked all we did was scream at each other. He even told me to shut the fuck up.”
Logan chuckles.
“He was ill-tempered everywhere, everytime, but whatever he showed was so tiny compared to what he wanted to. When we buried Charles, he almost left me. And when he died, I could smell his contentment. He was happy then, wasn't angry—no, he was just tired.”
Laura tells him like she wasn’t face to face with her dead dad’s variant, like she was just telling another person about him, and Logan was jealous of the strength she had to be like that. Maybe they cloned him and left out the fear factor.
“I never really had a daughter back in my universe.” Logan says, trying to ease the tension. “Can’t imagine a Wolverine to be a good father too, but your Logan was, and it’s a damn good thing to be in the same universe as the best Wolverine that ever lived.”
Laura snorts at the words but seems to agree. The silence that fell was much more comfortable than the one before, and Logan liked it much better. It was unusual for him now, to be in a quiet place with another person, Wade lived up to his name of ‘Merc with a Mouth’ and he was always who’s beside Logan, so it was unsettling in some corner of the idea.
He looks around to pass time. He sees the paintings, the statues, and everything Wade told him about when he used to live here for like a week or less. He sees a glimpse of Cerebro and remembers when Wade told him he wore it just to see what it felt like, and that it smelled of some guy named Patrick Stewart. Logan looked at him appalled then, like he was looking at a guy who played with the most dangerous thing in the world. God, how much he loved the guy to not stab him right then and there.
He could smell what Wade was cooking, something he’d never smelled before and should never smell again. He could hear them too, Wade’s obnoxious laugh and Yukio’s much gentler chuckles. He could hear everything.
“You can visit anytime, Logan.” Laura suddenly spoke up, startling a focused Logan.
Logan nods, “I will, kid.”
Laura nods back and smiles. Just then, Wade screams across the whole house, and Logan could smell something burning.
“Peanut! Peanut, help—ow, ow! My suit’s on fire! Colossus no!”
Logan sighs and goes to walk to his distressed lover, but before then, he stops on the arch of the entrance of one of the living rooms.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you call me dad.” Logan says to Laura without turning around. Laura doesn’t reply, Logan finally walks away.
Wade continues to scream in the background, now joined with Colossus’ big Russian voice and Logan’s grunts.
—
This was new. Logan was currently getting squished by the side of the sofa and Wade, some movie playing in the background. Getting squished wasn’t a problem, hell, he and Wade were tied up for a quarter of their time in the Void, it was the yammering of the people around him and the fact that there are people around him inside their broken-down apartment.
With the way they’re living, you’d think house get-togethers were off the table, but what did Logan expect dating a guy like Wade?
There were three of them in the sofa; him, Wade, and some cab driver Wade considered family. Logan takes a peek of the other side of Wade and sees a perfectly nice gap, and realizes Wade was squishing him on purpose, the fucker.
Logan didn’t know whether to coo at the fact Wade wanted to get closer to him or snikt his way out of the tight situation.
“Whoa-oh, oh! Look at that, Peanut!” Wade tells him, turning his head towards the television. It was just some guy killing another guy with a pencil, nothing special. He could do better than that, less gimmicks too.
The guy on the show stabbed someone again, and both Dopinder and Wade holler at the kill.
Logan grunts as he’s pushed further into the couch. “Babe—” Wade continues to lean into him. “Babe—Bub—Wade!”
Wade finally turns to him. “What is it, Pookie Bear?” He asks, leaning again.
“You’re fuckin’ suffocatin’ me!” Logan growls.
“Oh, sorry, Peanut!” Wade slides off of him. Logan breathes the oxygen that was stolen from him. Before Logan could say anything, the cab fucker spoke to Wade.
“DP, there’s something I really want to show you.”
“Is it a body, Dopinder?” Wade asks.
Dopinder stays silent but smiles awkwardly. Wade sighs and follows him anyway, giving Logan a tap on the thigh as a way to signal his departure from their love bubble.
Once he was suffocating to death, now he had more than enough space to appreciate. Logan missed Wade already.
Logan couldn’t dwell on it much when someone sat next to him, right where Dopinder sat.
“How are you, kid?” Logan starts, taking a swig of Wade’s beer left on the barely-hanging coffee table and resting his feet on it.
“Still angry.” Laura answers.
“So alright then?”
Laura nods. She leans into the back of the couch and copies Logan’s position unconsciously, her pink sunglasses resting on the collar of her shirt.
Thank god she didn’t inherit the tank top and plaid combo every Logan had.
They both watch the movie without interest. After a while, Laura got bored and started extracting and inserting her claws in and out.
Just a bunch of Snikt. Snikt. Snikt. and a “Woah, are those feet claws?” Logan exclaims, gesturing with furrowed brows to the adamantium claw rooted in the other’s toes.
“You don’t have them?” Laura asks, still playing with her claws.
Logan shakes his head. Laura shrugs.
“That’s fuckin’ freaky as shit.”
“I killed a man before using them.” Laura informs him, somewhat proud.
Logan hums, “That’s great, kiddo.”
Laura hums back. They both watch the claws, ignoring the constant pouring of blood as Laura did so. Logan needed an excuse to throw the table anyway.
Wade came back without Dopinder twenty minutes later, and what he saw almost might’ve caused the cancellation of Deadpool 4: The Avengers Sequel; Logan and Laura, the OG Ls, sitting on the couch bonding without killing anyone.
Their distance didn’t scream strangers either! Logan had his claws out, pointing at details Laura seemed to care about, and the single beer on the table was still half full. Wade swore he would combust.
“In a good way!” Wade screams excitedly. “Hi Logan and tiny Logan, whatchu two doing?”
Both of them turn to him, “Just showin’ Laura my claws.” Logan answers.
“Ooh, like you do with me everyday.” Wade says. “Although this is cleaner and has less blood.”
Logan ignores his words. Wade notices Laura’s claws as well, smaller than his Logan’s but just as deadly. He squeals at the idea of the two comparing their adamantium bones, making Laura look at him weird. Logan throws her a look that says ‘he means well’ or most probably ‘this is normal’ back.
Wade soon finds himself seated beside Logan, not wanting to disrupt the two’s conversation by getting in between. At least not yet. They weren’t a family still, Wade needs to wait further.
“What exactly is the family dynamic here?” Wade asks, voice loud as hell. “I mean—am I the stepfather? Are you—” he points at Laura, “a surrogate daughter, or are we the rich parents who decided to adopt a kid to fill the gaping hole our timely marital problems had created? What’s the plan here, people of MCU?”
“Obviously you’re the fucking stepfather.” Laura says, surprising Wade. Logan nods in agreement.
“Oh, well, that’s sweet.” Wade whispers contently.
After some time, Laura was pulled away by Yukio, something about finding the perfect shop for her, most probably a children’s store, Wade thought. Logan watched her walk away and sighed, feeling Wade’s head rest on his shoulder. The TV was still on, still the same guy with the medium-length hair in a black suit, Wade continues to watch.
“Thank you, Peanut.” Wade suddenly tells him. Logan hums.
“For what, Bubs?”
“For not being a little shit and explode on Laura. For giving it a chance.” Wade tells him honestly. “I love you, Wolvie.”
Before Logan says those words back, he takes a moment to seep it all in. His life was never good, and it might never be good, but with Wade by his side; it might be possible. He might come back home one day and think of how lucky he was, or how much he would kill anyone for this life, and that one day might just be tonight. The guilt of his past will always reside in the back of his mind, will always follow him around, but he’ll have Wade to scare the bad nightmares away, he’ll have Wade to kiss every doubt and sorrow and make them turn to good memories, he’ll have Wade to show him every little thing he was scared off, and most importantly;
“I love you too.”
He’ll have Wade.