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I drugged scott to make him sleep.
he said you'd get me flowers.
my favorite are lilies.
gimmie!

Do you want that mailed or hand delivered?

Such service!
Hand delivered, please!

[ Within the hour, there's a knock on the door.

Jean is holding a bouquet of red and white daisies in one hand and a box of fresh pastries in the other. ]

[Wade flings open the door, hands already reaching out with wriggling fingers for the flowers.]

Ooh! And you brought food? Hot damn. I should drug Scott more often!

[ She hands them over with a wry grin. ]

Careful, I don't have an endless budget and Scott doesn't have endless patience.

[He takes the flowers toward the kitchen so he can fish around for a vase for them. Luckily Scott's not here so they can talk freely.] And yet, he still decided to contract me and let me move in. Glutton for punishment, huh?

[ Her smile flickers, a little. It's not new, being amused and heartbroken at the same time, but there sure are a lot of new things to feel that about. ]

You really have no idea.

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.]

Close enough for government work?

[ The worst are wry, but her gaze is downright tender. Looking at him, right now, it's very easy to see where those circles overlap. With Scott, with Logan, with Nathan. ]

I don't know our Wade very well. He and Nathan were just starting to be very stupid about falling for each other when... [ She just trails off there with a rueful, aggravated shrug.

Of course her death had hideous timing, when has it not? ]

But yeah, some things are hard to miss.

[He glances back at Jean at that, giving her a sad smile. She doesn't need to explain. Maybe he shouldn't know, but he knows.]

I didn't really know you or Scott at all. Most of the X-men avoid me. And I lived at the mansion for like a month, so that level of dedication to avoiding me really took some work!

[He takes the flowers and cuts off the ends before putting them into the vase and setting them on the kitchen table before settling down in a chair.]

And I've only just met Nate... so currently in the being very stupid category. But I think I may just live there permanently.

[ Her laughter is full and warm, as she finally sets down her box and flips it open to reveal various muffins, tarts and fritters. ]

That really just means you fit right in. You know it took me and Scott about five years to admit we liked each other?

[She's got a nice laugh, so it's pretty easy to find himself smiling right back. And he quickly leans forward to snatch a tart.]

I've got a different problem. I fall in love in about five minutes, heh.

[He takes a tentative bite, only to still a few berries that fall past his mouth and onto the table. Oops.]

Oh, we also did that.

[ Her eyebrows have definitely arched, but there's nothing particularly shocked or dismayed about her smirk as she wiggles her fingers to make the berries dance in the air.

Well, that was the intent, but they sort of just. Explode into berry juice instead and splatter into both of their faces. ]

Mmm. I see. When I met my girlfriend, turned fiancee, Vanessa... we didn't exactly waste time. I took her out to play SKEEBALL and she was hooked. Course that was before all this-- [He gestures to his face.

He watches the berries dance grinning until suddenly she commits berry murder and he catches some berry guts in the eye.]

Ack! What'd those berries ever do to you?

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