Anger
A week. 7 fucking days since Logan has uttered a single word to Wade. No gruff greeting in the morning, no grumble to show when he wanted a beer, nothing.
Forget that, he hasn't even asked Wade to make him coffee!
Wade could handle the silence that greeted his daily dick jokes and whatnot. But he didn't even receive the usual glare from the other when a particularly bad joke left his mouth.
And he tried, too. Oh how he tried.
His jokes got dumber by the day, in attempts at earning a small scowl or eye roll from the other. But it was hopeless. The jokes seemed to wash right over his head, with Mary Puppins being his only audience.
Don't get him wrong, Wade adored his little dogpool. He would collapse on the couch with a sigh after getting brushed off (Ignored - more like) by Logan, who only came out to use the bathroom or grab a beer from the fridge, before locking himself back in his room.
"You laugh at my jokes, don't you, bub?" he would say, cradling dogpool on his lap. "You find me funny, don't you?" He cooed, scratching behind her ear, which earned a noise of approval from the dog. Wade smiled, but after a moment, his shoulders hunched. With a sigh, he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into the small patch of white fluff on the top of her head.
"It's strange," he mumbled, voice muffled against the soft fur. "I can't help but miss the bastard."
Their banter was always enjoyable, in one way or the other, and Wade had always looked forward to it. To have it come to such an abrupt stop, and for such a long time, it was frustrating.
That night, he decided, he was going to talk to Logan. He was gonna get him to meet his eyes. He would make him speak.
He just wanted to hear his voice, another snarky comment. Anything.
...
It must've been around 8pm when Wade saw Logan emerge from his room, hair tousled, wearing the same distant, dead expression that he's worn everyday for the past week.
Wade, lazily lounging on the couch, watching some old sitcom on TV, immediately perched up at the sound of footsteps. He watched as Logan walked right past the living room, sparing not a single glance at Wade.
With a scoff, Wade pushed himself off the couch and promptly followed the man into the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he was met with a familiar sight.
There Logan was, hunched over as he dug through their pathetic excuse of a mini fridge. Hell, the hinges were on their last breath, basically one slightly rough door slam from getting recycled into a make-shift shelf of sorts. From the amount of rummaging, Wade figured the man was trying to get another bottle of beer buried deep behind the various leftovers.
Observing in silence, Wade crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway. He hummed lightly, looking around the room with feigned indifference. He wanted to test the waters.
"The new game's on tonight,” he said, tone light.
Silence. Wade closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
But then, before he could blow up, Logan responded.
It was subtle gruff noise, but a response nonetheless.
Despite himself, Wade felt spark of hope ignite in his chest. And relief, lots of relief.
He exhaled, a smile tugging on his lips. So he was just overthinking. Logan didn’t hate him, he was just going through an extended mood swing.
Already planning to taunt him about being on a period, Wade straightened up and began towards the other when Logan spoke up.
”Beer’s run out,” Logan grumbled, barely looking at him.
Wade stopped dead in his tracks. Son of a bitch.
Unable to stop himself, Wade let out an incredulous breath of laughter, the sound slightly bitter. He straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side with a narrowed gaze. "Straight to the point, huh? No warm up, no small talk, even after a whole week of radio silence. I shouldn't even be surprised."
Logan finally met his eyes, though it was brief, as he looked away half a second later. Wade saw him mutter something under his breath, something along the lines of "I shouldn't have said anything" which only served to rile Wade up more.
Eyes expanded with bewildered dubiousness, Wade couldn't help but scoff. He stormed up to the other man, stopping just in front of where Logan was still crouched, holding the fridge door open. Logan’s eyes continued scanning the shelves, as if a beer bottle would magically summon if he looked hard enough.
When he had walked over, the man didn't even react, Wade noticed. Perhaps if he looked closer, he could see how Logan's throat had tightened.
Hands placed on his hips, he fixed a narrow glare on the side of Logan's face. The man had an unreasonably sharp jawline, it was almost unfair. Despite his rugged appearance, Wade couldn't deny that the man was absolutely gorgeous.
Mentally berating himself for letting thoughts run off (as it often did ) , especially when it was about this bastard. Wade shook his head to regain focus. He wasn't about to fawn over the guy that's been treating him like some pesky fly on the wall. Not this time, dammit.
"I'd like to think that I've been considerate," Wade huffed. "But this has gone too far. You better start spilling your guts, or we're gonna have a problem."
Logan's eyes didn't stray from the open fridge, even as he spoke, "I don't owe you an explanation."
Wade blinked. "Like hell you don't."
Letting out a huff, Logan stood up and slammed the fridge shut, the action forcing the small appliance shaking in its spot. "Don't you ever shut up?"
Damn. "Shut up?" Wade exclaimed, voice rough, eyes wide with his lips curled up into a wry open-mouthed smile. "We haven't exchanged a single word in these past 7 days, and you're still asking me to shut up?"
Logan's mouth opened, as if to speak, but nothing came out.
Wade took this as his cue to continue, "It's not like I'm asking for much. But after all we've been through, could you not spare a minute to communicate? Is that too much for your tough-guy-oh-I-don't-care-about-anything image to achieve? I'm sick of being ignored, Logan."
The other man grit his teeth, his jaw visibly clenched now. Wade could tell he was holding back, evidenced by the way his hands were clenched tightly by his sides, the metal tips of his claws peeking out ever so slightly, barely restrained. "You don't get it," Logan uttered, his voice sounding forced with the underlying tension.
"Yeah I don't get it! You know why?" Wade got up close, basically invading his space. The proximity made Logan flinch, his eyes twitching, flicker of rage and another emotion, but Wade was too caught up in his own frustration to care. "Because it seems like you're incapable of being vulnerable. Sorry, let me rephrase: you refuse to show any weakness. And by weakness, I mean showing any emotion other than your normal stiff, uptight attitude. So you just close up when you're going through something, isolating yourself from anyone around you!"
"Why do you care?" Logan's voice, filled with unjustified anger and subtle defensiveness, cracked. "It doesn't concern you."
Wade stared in bewilderment, watching as Logan took a step back, willing his claws to retract.
Why did he care? Bloody hell, he knew the guy was stupid, but this...
"Are you seriously asking that? I mean, We did save the whole universe together, did we not?" Wade scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Or am I remembering wrong?"
Logan clicked his tongue, dipping his head down as his fists clenched and unclenched. "So what? That doesn't mean you care."
At this point, Wade was about to claw his own eyes out. Rubbing his face in frustration, he tried to collect himself as his fingers tangled in his hair to hold some hair back from his forehead. He stared the other down, his eyes narrowed sharply. "After everything we've been through, you're seriously questioning that?" Wade scowled, getting back back into his space and shoving the man. "Why do you think I've bothered sharing this small, dirty flat with you, huh? I wouldn't be here if I didn't care!"
Logan stumbled back with the shove, his gaze burning into the other's as he tried to control the boiling urge to explode in his chest. In the head of the moment, he practically shouted out his words.
"Then stop. Just leave, then. You do nothing for me."
Eyes widened, Wade's breath hitched.
Time seemed to stop.