[He's already said too much, and saying anything more would only cause them both more embarrassment. The atmosphere of the room has simply changed too much; some aspect of their relationship has grown almost uncomfortably intimate. It would be best to just let things lie, not to pursue this train of conversation any further.

But Wade's never been one for doing the sensible thing. He utters a nervous, embarrassed chuckle, his eyes riveted to his softening container of ice cream.]

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just imagining things. All I know is that before that day, my healing factor could barely close up a papercut. Now it's gotten stronger, and I don't have any explanation for that other than... what you said. What I felt. The only thing I have to compare it to was when Worm--

[He cuts himself off and shakes his head, letting out another one of those self-conscious huffs of laughter.]

Nah, just ignore me. Clearly I'm talking out of my ass.