[Part of him expected Fenris to shoot him down. Part of him wanted Fenris to shoot him down-- once he'd said those words he couldn't find a way to take them back. For a moment he's so frozen with indecision that he forgets himself-- makes the motion of pulling up a mask that isn't there to take his first bite of the ice cream he's been neglecting for so long. It's softened considerably by this point, but a hefty mouthful of the cold stuff serves as a welcome stalling tactic, if only briefly.

It's over too soon. Reluctantly he swallows his mouthful, very pointedly not meeting Fenris's eyes.]

I, uh... I wasn't sure whether to bring this up to you because I didn't know if I was remembering it right. Your brain gets kinda loopy with that amount of blood loss, y'know? Plus I'm pretty sure I had a concussion by that point and that really doesn't help with clarity, havin' your brain rattle around in your skull like that an' all. Plus my healing factor ain't what it used to be and there was like a ninety-nine percent chance I was going into shock--

[For fuck's sake, Wade-- cut the foreplay and just ask.}

A-anyway, point is I was fadin' fast. Game over, roll credits, whatever you wanna call it. Could almost see my girl on the other side, waiting for me. And then-- and this might be completely off-base here so correct me if I'm wrong, but... I think I might've heard you, uh. Order me not to die? And then... I didn't?

[His face feels hot again. He shoves another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to counteract it, and also to stop himself from saying anything else stupid.]