[Henry is gonna try not to think too hard about the autonomous personalities of Deadpool manifesting themselves into physical bodies and running around, the idea of it both purely ridiculous and hilarious all at once. It does break up a bit of the moody vibe, however, and finds himself chuckling under his breath.]
Yeah, looks like we're after working on it a touch...
[The fact that Travis didn't simply leave him or refuse to take Sylvia's request to keep him at his place spoke more than words ever could. It's not something most would go out of their way to do for him, and that means a lot to him. Travis being a pretty deep guy underneath it all isn't all too surprising for him, so he simply makes a humming sound in agreement. He's heard all the speeches, the things he'd said in passing, and he knows the guy isn't a complete fool despite making himself appear like one.
The bit about them being close does grab some of his attention, though. He knew they were friends, but when Wade hesitates slightly, he wonders if their relationship was on a higher level than just two men who watched each other's backs and shared drinks or something like that.]
He... left, hm? He does have a tendency to do that, doesn't he? Do something worthy with your life, then just fuck off for a bit... it's familiar. I suppose him leaving was for the best.
[There's something pisses him off about the way Henry says it so nonchalantly, as if this was something Travis did regularly. What angers him the most, he supposes, is the fact that he can't find any fault in Henry's assessment of him. Wasn't that what Travis had done in Haven? Hadn't he changed Wade's life, over and over again, only to leave at the most inopportune time, over and over again?
He could argue that in Haven, it probably wasn't Travis's fault; that some sort of outside force-- probably Yao-- kept pulling him out of Haven and setting him back again, with no memory of his absence or even any knowledge that time had passed. He could argue that the last time, it had been permanent, with Travis being placed in the horrifyingly vague limbo known as "storage". But there's really no sense in telling it to Henry. Wade's not even completely sure if that's what had happened to the people who just disappeared day after day. Besides, it probably wasn't this Henry's Travis anyway. Instead, Wade blurts out the first thing that comes to mind:]
I died saving him. In Haven, I mean. That's how we... y'know. Met.
[Henry can't accurately sense the source of the anger that Wade holds back behind his voice, only able to regard the quiet way he replies as a sort of recalling an unhappy memory thing.
The sudden admittance of information has Henry blinking on the other end of the line. So, this is the extent of their relationship, is it? Close friends, almost like brothers- perhaps more like brothers than he and Travis ever could be. To have someone actually die for you- now that's a real kicker. In some ways, he's almost happy to hear this, that someone would treat his brother with this much care and respect after all the crap he'd went through ever since going through with the UAA. Then Haven. Then...something else. He'd never gone back to the library to read through those books again to know what happened in the end...if there ever was an end.]
I imagine that must've left quite the impression on him. My baby brother always did have a soft spot for dramatics, and wears his bleedin' heart on his sleeve for the whole world to take a stab at.
[He pauses, finding amusement in all of this despite the somber atmosphere. He'd almost said, "Almost makes me a little jealous," but he's not sure how someone would interpret that. The temptation to talk further about his feelings about his twin brother is there, but he hesitates to go any further. He doesn't want to think about how he can't imagine dying for Travis, though if he'd been there in the flesh, all rational thought might've gone out the window. It's all too uncomfortable to think about, and a bit sad, and he can't seem to shake that feeling. Not to mention he'd be sharing these feelings with a man he'd only started getting to know, and that's already strange enough as it is.]
Psh. I'll say it left an impression on him. Took us forever to become friends after that. Guess the guy felt he had some sorta Wookiee life debt to me after that happened, an' he wasn't happy about it. Then again, he... kinda had to find out about the whole "death isn't permanent thing" from somebody else, so that probably added to his bad mood when we met each other again.
[His voice takes on an almost faraway tone, as if he's reliving the memories while recounting them to Henry.]
It's kinda funny, really. Seems like every time we tried to patch things up after that, things just got worse and worse. I still can't really figure out why we still kept tryin' to break past all the bullshit and actually try to bond with each other, but I'm kinda glad we did. He, uh... he ended up bein' one of my best friends. Before he left, anyway.
[To be honest, he doesn't know why he's telling Henry all of this. It's not as though the man could understand the trials he and Travis and anyone else had gone through. Like describing colors to a blind person, or starvation to someone who had never unwillingly gone without a meal in his life. Some things you just couldn't share with anyone except the ones who'd been there with you.
Wade grows quiet, lifting his mask to wipe away a sudden patch of dampness on his cheeks. He's really gotta stop wearing his mask indoors like this-- it's too hot, and his eyes obviously aren't getting enough oxygen. It probably accounts for the tightness in his chest, as well-- he has to fight to keep his breaths quiet and even.]
Hey... listen. I'm, uh... I think I'm gonna take off now. Maybe have myself a shower and a nap or somethin'. Thanks, though. For... tellin' me all that stuff, I mean. Feel like I'm closer to you now, y'know?
[A joking tone; a flirtation he doesn't entirely feel. At the very least, he's good at that-- good at shoving his emotions down so that others can't see. The masks he wears aren't always tangible, after all.]
[Wade is correct in thinking that he wouldn't understand. Henry simply couldn't understand the depth of their relationship, and he has nothing in his own life to compare that feeling to aside from the bit that Travis had done for him. In all honesty? It's only but a blip compared to what Wade and Travis shared. He's not sure if that makes him feel inadequate for being a lesser presence to his own twin brother than a random person like Wade. Perhaps a bit. He'd never admit to being jealous, especially not this early on in their interactions.
Hearing him talk about it does seem to cement one fact, though: That Travis is strong; worthy of whatever title the "adoring" public gave him back in Santa Destroy because of his ability to form such strong emotional bonds with others. Something that Henry couldn't actually bring himself to do, no matter how beneficial it all turned out to be. He had his own way of doing things, and hearing someone's story isn't enough for him to up and change his ways (not that he thought Wade was trying to do such a thing, it was just simply a thought he had).
As their conversation seemed to come to a close, he lets out an affirmative sound. As much as he didn't enjoy talking about himself, it didn't necessarily hurt him in anyway, least of all with Wade. Judging by the tone though (joking or not, he doesn't sense any ease of tension right now) he feels his attempt to quell the man's upsetting mood was a bit...sub par.]
I... suppose you are. [There's a touch of fondness in his own tone. Not many people get to hear him prattle on about his early life.] I realize I'm probably not the most relaxing individual to converse with, but I hope you feel better. Do get some rest.
Y-yeah. [It's almost a rule that when you're speaking with someone while suffering the effects of emotional vulnerability, said person will undoubtedly say one thing, one seemingly innocuous trigger phrase-- "are you okay" or "you look sad" or even "have a wonderful day"-- that will send you over the edge. Wade knows that Henry's probably only being polite here; saying things that people say without thinking, but in Wade's weakened state it's enough to undo his joker's repose. Like holding someone's nose shut as he's suffering from a collapsed lung.
Wade presses his lips tightly together and swallows hard, waiting a few seconds to ensure that his voice does not break. He pushes one hand against his eyes in attempt to banish whatever dampness might be summoned there by Henry's careless words.]
Hey, listen. Thanks, pal. Thanks for hearin' me out. You're, uh... [oh god no his voice is wavering shit shit shit--] you're not such a bad guy, y'know that? I-I'll see you around. Maybe. Gotta go.
[He presses the "end call" button before Henry has a chance to reply and make things worse. His hand is shaking as he grips his palm reader, Henry's picture on the screen suddenly blurring as the wetness behind his eyes returns with a vengeance. His breath hitches once, twice; so many times that eventually he ceases trying to keep it down.
Not for the first time, Wade finds himself very glad that he lives alone.]
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Date: 10/3/15 10:32 pm (UTC)Yeah, looks like we're after working on it a touch...
[The fact that Travis didn't simply leave him or refuse to take Sylvia's request to keep him at his place spoke more than words ever could. It's not something most would go out of their way to do for him, and that means a lot to him. Travis being a pretty deep guy underneath it all isn't all too surprising for him, so he simply makes a humming sound in agreement. He's heard all the speeches, the things he'd said in passing, and he knows the guy isn't a complete fool despite making himself appear like one.
The bit about them being close does grab some of his attention, though. He knew they were friends, but when Wade hesitates slightly, he wonders if their relationship was on a higher level than just two men who watched each other's backs and shared drinks or something like that.]
He... left, hm? He does have a tendency to do that, doesn't he? Do something worthy with your life, then just fuck off for a bit... it's familiar. I suppose him leaving was for the best.
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Date: 10/19/15 12:41 am (UTC)[There's something pisses him off about the way Henry says it so nonchalantly, as if this was something Travis did regularly. What angers him the most, he supposes, is the fact that he can't find any fault in Henry's assessment of him. Wasn't that what Travis had done in Haven? Hadn't he changed Wade's life, over and over again, only to leave at the most inopportune time, over and over again?
He could argue that in Haven, it probably wasn't Travis's fault; that some sort of outside force-- probably Yao-- kept pulling him out of Haven and setting him back again, with no memory of his absence or even any knowledge that time had passed. He could argue that the last time, it had been permanent, with Travis being placed in the horrifyingly vague limbo known as "storage". But there's really no sense in telling it to Henry. Wade's not even completely sure if that's what had happened to the people who just disappeared day after day. Besides, it probably wasn't this Henry's Travis anyway. Instead, Wade blurts out the first thing that comes to mind:]
I died saving him. In Haven, I mean. That's how we... y'know. Met.
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Date: 10/20/15 07:55 am (UTC)The sudden admittance of information has Henry blinking on the other end of the line. So, this is the extent of their relationship, is it? Close friends, almost like brothers- perhaps more like brothers than he and Travis ever could be. To have someone actually die for you- now that's a real kicker. In some ways, he's almost happy to hear this, that someone would treat his brother with this much care and respect after all the crap he'd went through ever since going through with the UAA. Then Haven. Then...something else. He'd never gone back to the library to read through those books again to know what happened in the end...if there ever was an end.]
I imagine that must've left quite the impression on him. My baby brother always did have a soft spot for dramatics, and wears his bleedin' heart on his sleeve for the whole world to take a stab at.
[He pauses, finding amusement in all of this despite the somber atmosphere. He'd almost said, "Almost makes me a little jealous," but he's not sure how someone would interpret that. The temptation to talk further about his feelings about his twin brother is there, but he hesitates to go any further. He doesn't want to think about how he can't imagine dying for Travis, though if he'd been there in the flesh, all rational thought might've gone out the window. It's all too uncomfortable to think about, and a bit sad, and he can't seem to shake that feeling. Not to mention he'd be sharing these feelings with a man he'd only started getting to know, and that's already strange enough as it is.]
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Date: 10/25/15 12:22 am (UTC)[His voice takes on an almost faraway tone, as if he's reliving the memories while recounting them to Henry.]
It's kinda funny, really. Seems like every time we tried to patch things up after that, things just got worse and worse. I still can't really figure out why we still kept tryin' to break past all the bullshit and actually try to bond with each other, but I'm kinda glad we did. He, uh... he ended up bein' one of my best friends. Before he left, anyway.
[To be honest, he doesn't know why he's telling Henry all of this. It's not as though the man could understand the trials he and Travis and anyone else had gone through. Like describing colors to a blind person, or starvation to someone who had never unwillingly gone without a meal in his life. Some things you just couldn't share with anyone except the ones who'd been there with you.
Wade grows quiet, lifting his mask to wipe away a sudden patch of dampness on his cheeks. He's really gotta stop wearing his mask indoors like this-- it's too hot, and his eyes obviously aren't getting enough oxygen. It probably accounts for the tightness in his chest, as well-- he has to fight to keep his breaths quiet and even.]
Hey... listen. I'm, uh... I think I'm gonna take off now. Maybe have myself a shower and a nap or somethin'. Thanks, though. For... tellin' me all that stuff, I mean. Feel like I'm closer to you now, y'know?
[A joking tone; a flirtation he doesn't entirely feel. At the very least, he's good at that-- good at shoving his emotions down so that others can't see. The masks he wears aren't always tangible, after all.]
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Date: 10/25/15 10:42 pm (UTC)Hearing him talk about it does seem to cement one fact, though: That Travis is strong; worthy of whatever title the "adoring" public gave him back in Santa Destroy because of his ability to form such strong emotional bonds with others. Something that Henry couldn't actually bring himself to do, no matter how beneficial it all turned out to be. He had his own way of doing things, and hearing someone's story isn't enough for him to up and change his ways (not that he thought Wade was trying to do such a thing, it was just simply a thought he had).
As their conversation seemed to come to a close, he lets out an affirmative sound. As much as he didn't enjoy talking about himself, it didn't necessarily hurt him in anyway, least of all with Wade. Judging by the tone though (joking or not, he doesn't sense any ease of tension right now) he feels his attempt to quell the man's upsetting mood was a bit...sub par.]
I... suppose you are. [There's a touch of fondness in his own tone. Not many people get to hear him prattle on about his early life.] I realize I'm probably not the most relaxing individual to converse with, but I hope you feel better. Do get some rest.
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Date: 10/25/15 11:29 pm (UTC)Wade presses his lips tightly together and swallows hard, waiting a few seconds to ensure that his voice does not break. He pushes one hand against his eyes in attempt to banish whatever dampness might be summoned there by Henry's careless words.]
Hey, listen. Thanks, pal. Thanks for hearin' me out. You're, uh... [oh god no his voice is wavering shit shit shit--] you're not such a bad guy, y'know that? I-I'll see you around. Maybe. Gotta go.
[He presses the "end call" button before Henry has a chance to reply and make things worse. His hand is shaking as he grips his palm reader, Henry's picture on the screen suddenly blurring as the wetness behind his eyes returns with a vengeance. His breath hitches once, twice; so many times that eventually he ceases trying to keep it down.
Not for the first time, Wade finds himself very glad that he lives alone.]