but the words get stuck in my throat-

[dedikated]

⟨ x things to x people ⟩

►Post with your character saying something to different people - as many or as few as you like.◄
◄ONE CATCH: They can't say who these things are to!►
►React to other people and stuff.◄

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[ishotyouuu]

[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.]

Did you say you were sorry?

[skelebro]

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.]

[ishotyouuu]

[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.

[skelebro]

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?]

[ishotyouuu]

Heh.

[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.

[skelebro]

Probably, yeah. Not like I make myself hard to find.

[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.]

[ishotyouuu]

Pretty sure you would've found a way, if you wanted to bad enough.

The fact that you didn't kinda says somethin', don't it?

[skelebro]

I stopped runnin' away from stuff a long time ago. Mostly I just sleep until it goes away.

[Don't always work out like that, of course.]

[ishotyouuu]

You didn't do that either, though. You called me to make sure I knew, right?

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.]

[skelebro]

If I didn't say anything, would you've come to the same conclusion?

[Figurin' that it must've been somethin' to do with him and not the other two elephants in the room, that is.]

[skelebro]

Y'know that ain't anybody's fault. Yeah?

['Course, it's easier to blame yourself for this shit. He'd know better than anybody.]

[ishotyouuu]

What-- going home or whatever's going on between you three?

'Cause from my experience... doesn't stop you from feelin' like shit, either way.

[skelebro]

Or you, I guess.

[Sorry about that. For what it's worth.]

[ishotyouuu]

Yeah, well... like I said before, I'm used to this.

Should be, at least.

[skelebro]

Don't mean you should be.

[ishotyouuu]

Why not? It's happened enough times.

[Okay wow he should stop talking now.]

[skelebro]

[skelebro]

...you maybe wanna talk about that, bud?

[ishotyouuu]

Heh. Why? So you can pretend it's interesting?

[Ouch. that might've been too harsh.]

It's cool, I can deal. You don't wanna hear me bitchin' and moanin' anyway, trust me.

[skelebro]

[#yikes]

Well, hey. I hear I've got a great ear for a guy with no ears.

[ishotyouuu]

I can believe that.

[He barks out a laugh. It sounds false to his own ears.]

Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. You might wanna bring tissues for it, though.

[skelebro]

I should be good. No tear ducts.

[Don't mean he can't bring his listening ossicles.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade's eyes narrow in a mock scowl.]

I meant for me, you self-centered prick. You wanna get me to start talking about my oh noes angsty past you'd better be prepared for a shit-ton of waterworks.

I'm a gentle soul, after all.

[His smirk says otherwise.]

[skelebro]

[ALL RIGHT FINE this is what he gets for purposeful misinterpretation. Sometimes being jokey and ironic in his misdirection works. Sometimes, not so much.]

All right, all right. I hear ya.

[Putting those good listening skills to work, see?]

Pencil it in sometime.