[Wade watches him unwrap it with a rare quiet. It's nice. It's weird to think it's nice, but it is. There's someone here as over the moon for Cable's rude, taciturn ass as much as he is. It's an unfamiliar comfort to not be the only one mourning someone.]
I know. [He shoves his hands in his pockets.] It was kinda the same for him. But... he wanted to. You meant a lot to him.
[There's a few nights in the back of Cable's truck, staring at the stars, that make him sure of that. The few times Nate would say something real raw about himself. Asking the guy to bear his heart about anything was about as easy as shoving a mountain over. The way he talked about his parents was a quiet affair. And even then, it was always about his dad.
He hopes the gun is enough. Wade has Hope's bear, but he can't deal with giving that way. That one's his. Even to Nate's own dad.] I can tell you about him. I mean, maybe he already told you about our little adventures. It's -- [He sighs, rubbing his head. I always want to remember him. Yeah, him too. Scott's just got this ability to say the emotional shit out loud but make it sound like something real. Something important.] I love him. So, yeah. I'd like that. Maybe... I'll put something small for him up, in the centre. A piece of a painting he did. It's seriously fucking bad, though. [He almost laughs.] Don't expect a Monet.
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I know. [He shoves his hands in his pockets.] It was kinda the same for him. But... he wanted to. You meant a lot to him.
[There's a few nights in the back of Cable's truck, staring at the stars, that make him sure of that. The few times Nate would say something real raw about himself. Asking the guy to bear his heart about anything was about as easy as shoving a mountain over. The way he talked about his parents was a quiet affair. And even then, it was always about his dad.
He hopes the gun is enough. Wade has Hope's bear, but he can't deal with giving that way. That one's his. Even to Nate's own dad.] I can tell you about him. I mean, maybe he already told you about our little adventures. It's -- [He sighs, rubbing his head. I always want to remember him. Yeah, him too. Scott's just got this ability to say the emotional shit out loud but make it sound like something real. Something important.] I love him. So, yeah. I'd like that. Maybe... I'll put something small for him up, in the centre. A piece of a painting he did. It's seriously fucking bad, though. [He almost laughs.] Don't expect a Monet.