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Buddy, I've been a coward since the day I was born. That ain't gonna change.
[You think that'll cut him real deep? To the bone, maybe? There ain't a single thing he can tell Sans that he ain't already told himself in some way or another.
Is there?]
It was either gonna be me or your other two roomies. I figured it was easier to take the path of least resistance.
[Wade's voice softens a little. Just a little, but it's a start.]
So... what? They kicked you out? It couldn't have been that bad. I mean, I know the nerds are a little high-strung, but they deal with me an' my bullshit all the time!
[That ain't an explanation at all, and he knows it. Fuck. Fuck this.]
Turns it out it's hard to explain a thing to a person when your personal gravity's goin' all screwy. And then, before you know it, you've broken a guy's wrist and thrown the couch down the stairs! Who'da thunk, right?
[He's startin' to laugh, altogether too brightly for it to be in any way sincere.]
[Wade doesn't laugh. He doesn't do much of anything, really-- just passes a hand over his head with a harsh exhalation of breath. It's hard to know how to feel. If it had been during his Haven years-- or hell, even before that-- Sans would've been sporting a new hole in his cranium. But Wade's gotten older and wiser; more distant from that hot-blooded hair-triggery nutjob he'd been before. It's not that Sans didn't fuck up. Far from it. It's just that... things have gotten more complicated than just "shoot the thing you're angry at".
Wade isn't so sure he likes that.
But he'd made mistakes in the past too, and his hypocrisy only goes so far.]
I cleared it up best I could, sure. Said sorry. Told 'em what that whole deal was. But you think either one of 'em want me hangin' around 'em after that?
[Newt had been livid. And, hey, Sans couldn't blame him! He'd seen someone comin' at him with a knife and he panicked. Panic - it's an ugly, ugly creature. Makes you up and do something you'd never do otherwise.]
[Wade sighs again; pinches the bridge of his nose.]
Doesn't really matter now, does it? You're out. Gone to live with your brother, I think you said? And that's fine, I guess-- he probably needs you more'n we do. It's better to be with family, I get it.
I just wish you would've told me earlier. So I had time to... I dunno. Process it, or something. Get used to the idea. Somethin' like that.
...I don't really handle it that well when people leave.
If I'd known that, I might'a...might'a tried somethin' different. Mostly I was just tryin' to get away.
[That, uh, might not be completely honest there. He probably wouldn't've done anything better. Probably still would'a sprung it on Wade outta nowhere. Wouldn't've considered that he'd take it personally.
He might still be takin' it personally anyway. Who can say?]
[Wade can't exactly say he's unfamiliar with the feeling. He could say that his healing factor has instilled in him a sort of courage, but he'd be lying. What's the point of courage when virtually nothing can kill you?
He supposes that in a way, he's never really grown up from being that scared little kid whose life suddenly found itself spiraling out of control. He understands the need to escape. He understands the need to run.]
S'not like you'd get very far in here. I mean, it's a cave. Woulda tracked you down sooner or later.
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Most people who say that they got it under control are sayin' it to convince themselves more than anyone else.
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[A laugh, harsh even to his ears.]
Why the fuck are we even bothering to have this conversation? You've already got a picture of me fully painted in your head, don't you?
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Now who's paintin' premature pictures?
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Forgive me if I question your sudden concern for my well-being.
[Okay, yeah. I guess we're doing this. Wade hadn't even realized he was still sore about that until just this moment.]
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That wasn't anything to do with you, pal. But, hey - since you weren't up to askin' to clarify, I guess that left ya pretty free to assume, huh?
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That must be why you decided to forego telling me in person in favor of droppin' that delightful little text message.
Like a fucking coward.
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[You think that'll cut him real deep? To the bone, maybe? There ain't a single thing he can tell Sans that he ain't already told himself in some way or another.
Is there?]
It was either gonna be me or your other two roomies. I figured it was easier to take the path of least resistance.
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It was a bad time for secrets to be comin' out, let's just say.
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So... what? They kicked you out? It couldn't have been that bad. I mean, I know the nerds are a little high-strung, but they deal with me an' my bullshit all the time!
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Even by accident?
[Yeah. Not a good time.]
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Even more amazing is the way that emotion can just drain away in a few seconds, leaving him completely devoid of expression.]
What happened.
[Aaaaand there's the merc voice again.]
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[That ain't an explanation at all, and he knows it. Fuck. Fuck this.]
Turns it out it's hard to explain a thing to a person when your personal gravity's goin' all screwy. And then, before you know it, you've broken a guy's wrist and thrown the couch down the stairs! Who'da thunk, right?
[He's startin' to laugh, altogether too brightly for it to be in any way sincere.]
Funny story, right?
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Wade isn't so sure he likes that.
But he'd made mistakes in the past too, and his hypocrisy only goes so far.]
Did you say you were sorry?
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[Newt had been livid. And, hey, Sans couldn't blame him! He'd seen someone comin' at him with a knife and he panicked. Panic - it's an ugly, ugly creature. Makes you up and do something you'd never do otherwise.]
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Doesn't really matter now, does it? You're out. Gone to live with your brother, I think you said? And that's fine, I guess-- he probably needs you more'n we do. It's better to be with family, I get it.
I just wish you would've told me earlier. So I had time to... I dunno. Process it, or something. Get used to the idea. Somethin' like that.
...I don't really handle it that well when people leave.
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[That, uh, might not be completely honest there. He probably wouldn't've done anything better. Probably still would'a sprung it on Wade outta nowhere. Wouldn't've considered that he'd take it personally.
He might still be takin' it personally anyway. Who can say?]
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[Wade can't exactly say he's unfamiliar with the feeling. He could say that his healing factor has instilled in him a sort of courage, but he'd be lying. What's the point of courage when virtually nothing can kill you?
He supposes that in a way, he's never really grown up from being that scared little kid whose life suddenly found itself spiraling out of control. He understands the need to escape. He understands the need to run.]
S'not like you'd get very far in here. I mean, it's a cave. Woulda tracked you down sooner or later.
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[A real sedentary lifestyle, and he'd already told Wade where he'd be endin' up anyway. No escaping those consequences for him.
Probably for the best someone's gonna hold him accountable, anyway.]
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The fact that you didn't kinda says somethin', don't it?
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[Don't always work out like that, of course.]
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Would've appreciated gettin' the news straight from the horse's mouth, but... y'know. I guess I can understand not wanting to make a big scene.
[Wade's become much more reasonable now that the conversation's moved away from his drinking.]
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[Figurin' that it must've been somethin' to do with him and not the other two elephants in the room, that is.]
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