I mean... I may have some idea. You do know who you're talking to, right?

[Wade looks back at her from the sink where he's filling up a vase.]

Or does your Wade Wilson not have a penchant for gleefully stepping in front of bullets and getting ripped in half? And generally being a sad sack of shit.

Not the same, I know. But-- [Still. He knows pain and the urge to seek it out despite sense.]