[Wade wrinkles his nose at that dismissive comparison of his current injuries. He remembers Nate saying something similar when they were facing off against the gang of ruffians in the bar, that he'd "had worse odds". He doesn't say it in the cocksure way of someone trying his hardest to come across as a badass, but Wade feels the urge to put his hands up in that memetic Neil Degrasse Tyson pose nonetheless.]

All right there, tough guy. Wanna dial back on the machismo a tad until I getcha properly greased up?

[Once the burn cream has been applied, Wade sets to work on wrapping a bandage around Nate's neck. There's a few seconds of silence while he concentrates on his work, but eventually he pipes up again.]

...what did you mean about "that empathy crap", by the way? Don't tell me she fucked around with your brain, too. I've heard of emotional vampires, but... I always thought that kinda thing was a metaphor.