Chapter 1
The Wolverine found himself restless, again. He always was this time of night. The air outside was sticky, and the open window beside his made up bed didn’t do much to help. It wasn’t much of a bed at all, and Wade had insisted to give up his, but he wouldn’t have wanted that.
“You.. sure you’re gonna be okay on the floor, peanut? I mean, you’re a big guy, and a wolf needs to stretch out.”
He’d said it like he says everything. Jokingly. Stupid. But also, incredibly kind. There was a softness in Wade’s voice when he spoke to him, different to his usual quips with everybody else. That mouth, the one he let the world know he wanted desperately to shut the fuck up, truth be told, had become something safe and familiar to Logan.
But Jesus, did he need to stretch out.
Not just his legs. He got himself to his feet from the small mass of duvet and cushions that Deadpool had arranged reverently on the floor so he would be comfortable. In a swift motion, he extracted his claws as far as they’d go, bending and straightening his fingers as he did so.
Fuuuuck. Feels better.
It’s not that he wasn’t comfortable sleeping because of the sleeping situation itself. The pillows were soft, as was the bedding, and it would suit anyone. And it’s not like Logan would care, anyway- no. It wasn’t that. He just felt uncomfortable.. there. This was Wade’s space, his small apartment, that he’d so graciously allowed Logan into since being displaced from his own reality, with no real solution as to what would come next. And that’s what made it so hard to rest at night- nothing could shake the overwhelming feeling of being in the way.