[ Again, Fenris is having trouble parsing Wade's shift in demeanor. He can't, for the life of him, understand why he looks so despondent. It's almost as if Wade is the one telling the story — as if he was the one who lived it. There was a time when Fenris would have a stronger reaction to these memories, but they are just part of him now. Like an arm or a leg. An extension of himself that he has learned to live with.
His brows crease in concern. ]
Wade...[ With the way the other can't even look at him, he wonders... ] Are you...alright?
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His brows crease in concern. ]
Wade...[ With the way the other can't even look at him, he wonders... ] Are you...alright?