[Wade's felt a lot of devastating amounts of pain in his life, sure. But none of them have scruffed his brain like an unruly cat and slammed it against the wall, over and over, and rattled him down to the bones --
And then sort of just, vanished.
There and back again, except with some kind of horrible, invisible, physical trauma. Normally, he'd be like, right, that's probably the mega cancer talking. Sometimes he's got bad days. Sometimes he's got worse.
This, though? Somehow, he just. Knows. Kind of like how you know when a hotdog is actually chicken, and you've been cheated by a hot dog cart you absolutely trusted. Er. Minus the betrayal part.
It isn't immediate, Wade's text. For one, he was busy jerking off when it happened, and two, he figures the worst outcome will be that Logan's dead. And we all know where that leads.
So it's more like an hour after that Pain Episode that Logan will get a little ding:]
[ Wilson's not the last person he expects to hear from—got a habit of shooting him a message any goddamn hour of the day or night—but he is the last person Logan expects to check up on him out of nowhere.
He doesn't see the text 'til a few hours later. Was busy sleeping off healing a chunk of his leg back, and after he woke up, the first thing he did was see how Karen was before he shoved three cans of tuna and half a loaf of bread down his throat.
He's still chewing when he reads it. ]
Don't worry, bet's still on the table. What's got you asking?
[Takes him a second, but it does make him laugh. Okay, yeah. He's fine.] damn. guess slappy's still my feral rabies harbormaster.
[Does he say? The deliberation doesn't last for very long. There's just this. Thing. And he doesn't know what to do with it, no matter what other people on the forums have mentioned.
It's fucking weird. Even for them.
Being blithe is always the go-to, then.]
no reason. drew a tarot card reading for you and it was 8 upside down towers. that's bad in case you didn't know
[ This thing. A thing Logan's not oblivious to, despite how he's answering. He thinks...he gets it. Like the night he woke up and he walked into Wade's diner without thinking twice.
The phantom pain in his leg flares. There's no sign he ever shredded it down to the bone, but it'd fucking hurt. He's not surprised Wade felt it from across the damn city. Not when Livio ran to Arlie's side for similar reasons.
He rubs his thumb over the tiny keys on his phone. Them being linked is one thing. Wade texting him about it is another. Wade could've felt it, told himself it was nothing important, and gone back to sleep. But he didn't.
Logan's not sure what to make of that. ]
Karen got me home. Don't let me interrupt your beauty sleep.
eeew, she let you in her car like that?? [Okay, he doesn't know what "like that" entails, but for something to hurt that goddamn much, Wade knows, for a fact, it was a doozy. Like getting bisected kind of doozy.]
don't worry about me, padre. I was already awake pulling another deadite out of the oil dumpster. these guys seriously don't learn.
[Pause, for effect.]
im kidding. I was in the shower. don't come up with too many sexy scenarios, buddy. i know you are
[ Too bad Wade's pause for effect fails entirely 'cause Logan's not looking at his phone 'til he's sure it's stopped dinging with the multiple texts Wilson tends to send him in succession.
He huffs to himself. Cracks the cap off a beer with a claw. ]
Shut the fuck up.
[ though: ]
What's going on with that? They still coming around?
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And then sort of just, vanished.
There and back again, except with some kind of horrible, invisible, physical trauma. Normally, he'd be like, right, that's probably the mega cancer talking. Sometimes he's got bad days. Sometimes he's got worse.
This, though? Somehow, he just. Knows. Kind of like how you know when a hotdog is actually chicken, and you've been cheated by a hot dog cart you absolutely trusted. Er. Minus the betrayal part.
It isn't immediate, Wade's text. For one, he was busy jerking off when it happened, and two, he figures the worst outcome will be that Logan's dead. And we all know where that leads.
So it's more like an hour after that Pain Episode that Logan will get a little ding:]
hey not for any reason but are u like. dead?
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He doesn't see the text 'til a few hours later. Was busy sleeping off healing a chunk of his leg back, and after he woke up, the first thing he did was see how Karen was before he shoved three cans of tuna and half a loaf of bread down his throat.
He's still chewing when he reads it. ]
Don't worry, bet's still on the table.
What's got you asking?
no subject
[Does he say? The deliberation doesn't last for very long. There's just this. Thing. And he doesn't know what to do with it, no matter what other people on the forums have mentioned.
It's fucking weird. Even for them.
Being blithe is always the go-to, then.]
no reason. drew a tarot card reading for you and it was 8 upside down towers. that's bad in case you didn't know
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The phantom pain in his leg flares. There's no sign he ever shredded it down to the bone, but it'd fucking hurt. He's not surprised Wade felt it from across the damn city. Not when Livio ran to Arlie's side for similar reasons.
He rubs his thumb over the tiny keys on his phone. Them being linked is one thing. Wade texting him about it is another. Wade could've felt it, told himself it was nothing important, and gone back to sleep. But he didn't.
Logan's not sure what to make of that. ]
Karen got me home.
Don't let me interrupt your beauty sleep.
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don't worry about me, padre. I was already awake pulling another deadite out of the oil dumpster. these guys seriously don't learn.
[Pause, for effect.]
im kidding. I was in the shower. don't come up with too many sexy scenarios, buddy. i know you are
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He huffs to himself. Cracks the cap off a beer with a claw. ]
Shut the fuck up.
[ though: ]
What's going on with that? They still coming around?
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yeah, sometimes. thx for totally being uncool abt that, btw. i got some cleaning up to do and then they'll stop bothering anyone. :)
[And another small pause.]
ok but seriously did you get your dick ripped off or
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Jesus, never mind. ]
Why do you need to know.