warnings: canon-typical irreverence, CSA survivor using humor to acknowledge his trauma, vague acknowledgement of another child currently being victimized, mentally ill character using humor to (very vaguely) acknowledge his illness, spoilers
“Oh hey, babe,” Wade says suddenly, as if he just thought of something he’d forgotten. Wade has not just thought of something he’d forgotten. Vanessa raises her eyebrows expectantly anyway, taking it in stride like any of the other myriad times Wade has said something suddenly just like this – a cheerful nonchalant aside to trick himself into getting it out, whatever it is. The toaster oven dings.
“Great news,” Wade says. So it could be great news or it could be absolutely terrible devastating news that he doesn’t want to seriously talk or think about. Vanessa can take that in stride too. She and Wade have come through a lot of great news together.
“We already have a kid,” Wade says.
“We do,” Vanessa asks, though her voice comes out much too flat.
“We do, yeah,” Wade confirms, his light tone of voice taking on just a hint of strain. He hasn’t turned to look at her yet where she sits sideways on the couch, busying himself with his strudels to a much higher degree than they could possibly require. He clears his throat and gives that up, coming back around. His strudels are in one hand – no plate (he’s probably burning himself, masochisitc bastard) – and lifts Vanessa’s legs up to sit and put them back down in his lap with the other.
“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, he’s a mutant like me and he’s got some deep seated anger issues but deep down inside he’s just a little cuddle bear and deeper down there are probably more anger issues. His name is Russell.” He catches Vanessa’s blank face.
“Yeah, not my top pick either, but he came with it,” he says.
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