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[ishotyouuu]

[It's strange that wearing something other than his spandex ensemble would make him feel more naked in public, but there it was. Wade always was a master of contradictions. Even with the image enhancer in place, which gives him the appearance of what he'd looked like years before the cancer, the absence of cloth covering his face is enough to make him feel a little uncomfortable. But this place has recently opened, and he supposes they're not exactly used to costumed superheroes traipsing right on through. Not yet, anyway. Give it a few weeks.

As he sits there, alone in an unfamiliar Indian restaurant after waving away the waitress for the second time, he once again entertains the notion that he's been stood up. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him, and it's not as if he was prepared to make a big deal out of today anyway. After all, he's had tons of birthdays come and go without incident in his lifetime. What's one more?

Still, something causes him to keep glancing over at the entrance, waiting for a familiar face to come walking through. There must be some reason he keeps waiting, some reason he keeps holding back from eating a solo dinner and leaving to resume the festivities in the solitude of his apartment. It may seem pathetic and more than a little schmaltzy, but this is the first time Wade's ever had a chance to share this day with someone else in quite a long time.

He supposes that's worth waiting for, even for just another five minutes.]

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[crownless]

That's the spirit. [Two beds, huh. Travis is privately proud of being right about him needing help-- damn it feels good to be right. He doesn't comment on it, though, and moves over to Wade and offers him his shoulder, helping him over to the bed.

It's... kind of nice, getting to take care of somebody like this.]

You got it?

should've used this for the last tag but whatevs

[ishotyouuu]

[It's a good thing Wade conceded when he did. The minute he leans into Travis's shoulder, he stumbles, his arm instinctively wrapping around Travis's body before he falls.]

Heh. Whoops.

[With Travis's help, he shambles his way across the room at a snail's pace. Luckily the bed isn't that far. He nods in response to Travis's question, swaying a little. Oof. Gotta be more careful with that.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

[He doesn't move. Travis is warm. Very warm. Wade presses against him, letting out a small hum of approval. Who knew that skin-on-skin contact could feel so nice?]

[crownless]

[This is the second time he's held him up like this tonight, and it's just as comfortable as it was before. Wade's weight on his shoulder aside.]

Geez, Wade. [He chuckles lightly, sitting them both down on the bed.] You usually handle yourself this well when you're plastered?

[But he's reluctant to let go of Wade again.] Go ahead and lie down. [And be the one to detach first so he doesn't have to.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Travis's lips are so distracting when he talks. Wade stares at them, barely even comprehending what Travis is saying, wanting nothing more than to taste those lips again, to lie with him on the bed and just let the chips fall where they may; to somehow end this day on an even higher note than it's already been progressing.

But he's so tired, and drunk as he is he's liable to screw it up. This has been a fantastic day, all things considered. Best to just quit while he's ahead, as much as he wants to do the complete opposite. He's already been too loose with information, he can tell.

Grudgingly he relinquishes his hold on Travis, shifting forward a little so that his head hits the pillow when he lowers himself down. It takes quite a bit of effort and some detangling of his legs, but he manages to get himself underneath the covers. The bed is amazingly comfortable-- has it always been this comfortable? Feels like he's lying on a cloud-- and he can feel his eyelids growing heavier even as he struggles to remain awake.

Wade knows he's fading, and he knows there's a big dopey grin on his face right now, but try as he might he can't suppress it. He's happy, drunkenness aside. He hasn't felt this relaxed-- this content-- in quite a long time.]

Man... [A soft chuckle.] What're you doing to me? Why you gotta be so nice 'n...

[The sentence is lost in the soft buzz of a snore. The alcohol, the brawling and the general weariness have finally taken their toll, and Wade Wilson is out like a light.]

[crownless]

[And finally Travis exhales heavily, allowing himself to slouch again now that he's without a second body to support. What a night. He's still exhausted and still terribly sore, yet... it's satisfying, to have had such a great time, to know Wade's safe and probably happier than he's ever seen him, and to-- well, to be with him.

Wait. ...Shit.

There's that damn thought again. So that's how this is going to go down, huh? He shakes his head, as if to shake any of these dumb sappy ideas from his mind. (Doesn't work in the least, but it was worth a shot.) He really has gotta get it together.

In spite of himself, Travis turns his head to look at Wade, already sound asleep. It's funny, and almost cute-- he's pretty sure only five-year-olds fall asleep that quickly-- and his expression immediately softens. It's stupid, really, that he's having so much trouble acknowledging whatever feelings or not-feelings he holds in that cynical little heart of his. He should get over it.

Because, whichever way you look at it, he likes him. Maybe, as his inner tween girl keeps shouting, like that. And really, who gives a damn how that goes down? Why should he have to deal with it now?

All he really wants is to be with him, period.

Travis smiles a little, and tugs Wade's covers up a bit more securely.]

Man, I should be asking you the same question...