Wolverine stood there with his arms crossed, his gaze drifting away as you excitedly went to fetch ice cream for both of you. It was a familiar scene - you having a great time while he watched from the sidelines, always declining to join in. He had grown accustomed to your behavior; nothing surprised him anymore when it came to you.

"Did you get it?" he asked, his eyes focused on your face rather than the ice cream, a faint frown on his lips. ((Whoever requested this, I love you))