It's summer. Wade is splayed out on the lumpy mattress in front of the tv, fan pointed directly towards his face. Logan is squeezed in next to him, pushing away the feet stuck up in his space and rolling a jolly rancher around his mouth.
"Get your cancer hooves out of my face."
A small grunt from Wade as he goes toppling to the floor. The bastard had just pushed him!
"Hey now sugar tits, that's not a way to treat the guy who put a roof over your head."
He didn't bother trying to get up, he felt too exhausted and the floor was actually quite comfortable at the moment.
Logan scoffed. A crunch could be heard as he bit down on the jolly rancher, swallowing it.
Wade felt his stomach tighten as he watched the man's Adams apple from below.
He didn't stop clicking his tongue around, though. With a slightly sucked in lower lip he seemed to work on something else in his mouth, pausing when he looked down towards Wade.
Without warning, he spit directly onto his nose.
A dramatic huff out of the man on the ground, as he wipes the red tinted liquid off his face. He gave an offended look towards Logan, who just stared back expectantly.