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: 10/25/15 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.]