[So in the middle of everything else he'd been doing (mostly trying to wipe himself off the planet like a particularly clingy cockroach), this was the part he was looking forward to the least. For one, it's not like he and Cycs are buddy-buddy in any concept of the word, but also --
He's not particularly looking forward to being vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone. Nate's dad.
God, this is fucking weird. And he doesn't want to do it. In fact, he puts it off for way too long. He had to go through his own... shit. Needed Logan to claw some sense back into him. Blow up a few discoteques. Cry on some concrete. You know, grieving things.
Just feels like the least Nate would want is his dad to know. And not through a text.
Though he starts with one. He's already had enough practice keeping it together, but. The less, the better.]
can you meet me at the comm centre? it's serious. no, i'm not fucking with you. and don't ask how i got your number, that part isn't important.
[Either Scott'll show or he won't (and Wade will have to go find him), but either way, right now there's a maskless Wade wrapped up in a wool sweater, sitting on the community centre's couch, head in his hands. As fucked up as his skin already is, it looks particularly angry and red over his face now. Just like his eyes.
Look. He hasn't been good for a while. But maybe this'll be the one guy who'll get it.]
tiny bit backdated to earlier in april
He's not particularly looking forward to being vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone. Nate's dad.
God, this is fucking weird. And he doesn't want to do it. In fact, he puts it off for way too long. He had to go through his own... shit. Needed Logan to claw some sense back into him. Blow up a few discoteques. Cry on some concrete. You know, grieving things.
Just feels like the least Nate would want is his dad to know. And not through a text.
Though he starts with one. He's already had enough practice keeping it together, but. The less, the better.]
can you meet me at the comm centre? it's serious. no, i'm not fucking with you. and don't ask how i got your number, that part isn't important.
[Either Scott'll show or he won't (and Wade will have to go find him), but either way, right now there's a maskless Wade wrapped up in a wool sweater, sitting on the community centre's couch, head in his hands. As fucked up as his skin already is, it looks particularly angry and red over his face now. Just like his eyes.
Look. He hasn't been good for a while. But maybe this'll be the one guy who'll get it.]