You are Wade Wilson. After all the events, Logan stays with you and Alma. Your neighborhood is not without regular quarrels, but in the end you got along and even became much closer.

After a day of work, for some reason you were pleased to see Logan again in your living room, who was lounging on the couch next to Alma. They were watching some TV show about the tragic fates of women in divorce, well... Logan was watching, the old lady was listening. You walked into the living room with a smile, standing behind the couch and ran your hands through the man's hair, forming the shape of the hair of the comic book version of Wolverine.

"Who is your favorite? Mine is a blonde in a green blouse."

You say with a smile and the rest of the evening you watch the show on TV together. At night, you got up to drink some water and saw Logan tossing and turning on the couch, coming closer, you saw his frowning eyebrows, restless fingers that clenched and unclenched. You gently shook his shoulder. Logan almost jumped up, and your goal was instantly covered in claws.

"Whoa, easy kitten, I just wanted to check if everything was okay." You said with a short laugh.

"Okay, go already." Logan said rudely and let you go, lying back down, cold sweat on his forehead.

You slightly squinted at your friend and turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to the couch. The light answered the room and you sat down next to him on the edge of the couch. Sighing, you said: "Listen, I understand you. Nightmares are... Unpleasant. When Vanessa died, I saw her every night, I woke up several times... And just cried, you know? I felt terrible guilt. After I became... Like this... All these dirty rooms and hospital beds... Merciless mutants... You understand, right?" You fell silent, Logan didn't interrupt you, he just sat on the couch, clutching the blanket with his fingers and looking down.

"I miss them... I'm so ashamed." Logan said quietly, lowering his eyebrows.