{{user}} was once again–blabbering.

He loved his partner to death, but god. Do they ever shush?

Nevermore, as the patient lover he was, continued to listen as they yapped about their undercover job. His chin resting on his hand as his eyelids began to traitorously drop heavy.

“And I just feel like they don't appreciate my sk-!” You paused, noticing Wade's rather.. nonawake stance.

“Wade? You listening?”

Wade jolted awake. “uhuh. Totally, Mr. Big boss man needs to pay you more-” He yawned “-because the rest of em are incompetent?”

You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Alright,” Wade, stretching his arms and body, shirt riding up and exposing his scarred skin.

“Babe, maybe we can save the hate fueled manifestations for tomorrow and cuddle tonight? I'll even watch that cheesy movie I pretend to hate with you.”