[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.
[ Fenris finds himself staring intensely at the other end of the room. He's relieved when Wade gives him an out in this conversation, and he almost takes him up on it. "Clearly", he could say and be done with it. But instead, he gets to thinking. Unfortunately, he does that far too often.
He sighs. ]
The powers we get from that horrible shard inside of us...could that have something to do with it?
[The way Fenris looks away feels like a withdrawal. Not that Wade expected anything else-- the elf always got a little cagey when talking about serious subjects like these, he's noticed. It comes as a complete surprise to him when Fenris not only doesn't change the subject, but asks him a very valid question.
Wade blinks, his brows furrowing in thought.]
God, I'd almost forgotten about that fucking thing. But... maybe that was it? Maybe something in my healing factor was, I dunno-- triggered by your thoughts or something?
[It suddenly occurs to him that he sounds very presumptuous about what Fenris was possibly thinking, and he frantically attempts to backpedal.]
Uh... a-assuming you were thinking something like that, I mean. Like I said, I was pretty woozy from the blood loss.
[ Yeah, Fenris is going to keep staring at the other side of the room, clearing his throat at Wade's suggestion. ]
...That's possible, I suppose.
[ That's about as much confirmation he's willing to give on where his thoughts were at that moment. Though, were this discussion about anything other than some shard put into their bodies against their will that's affecting them in one way or another, he would have dropped the conversation by now. But this is kind of important, isn't it? ]
I don't recall ever finding out what my "power" was.
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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.
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He sighs. ]
The powers we get from that horrible shard inside of us...could that have something to do with it?
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Wade blinks, his brows furrowing in thought.]
God, I'd almost forgotten about that fucking thing. But... maybe that was it? Maybe something in my healing factor was, I dunno-- triggered by your thoughts or something?
[It suddenly occurs to him that he sounds very presumptuous about what Fenris was possibly thinking, and he frantically attempts to backpedal.]
Uh... a-assuming you were thinking something like that, I mean. Like I said, I was pretty woozy from the blood loss.
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...That's possible, I suppose.
[ That's about as much confirmation he's willing to give on where his thoughts were at that moment. Though, were this discussion about anything other than some shard put into their bodies against their will that's affecting them in one way or another, he would have dropped the conversation by now. But this is kind of important, isn't it? ]
I don't recall ever finding out what my "power" was.