[The appearance of the little gray creature surprises him. He didn't know Travis had a cat. He didn't know Travis was even responsible enough to take care of a cat. Wade matches the little one's stare, feeling oddly as if he's being measured in some way.]

Hey there, Cat. Does he do this a lot?

[He (she?) doesn't answer, of course, and Travis rising from the chair is enough to distract Wade from the furry companion for now. He gives Travis a skeptical look as he watches him struggle with his pants.]

Dude, what are you even doing? Is this some kind of pathetic attempt at a striptease? 'Cause believe me, I've seen better. Knock it off before you crack your head open or something. I am not dragging you to the hospital if you get a concussion. They'd probably think I did it.