( you should really be careful, wade. nate is capable of extraordinary things that even he himself isn't yet aware of. still, while he may not be able to one hundred percent promise it, he intends to see it through about ninety-nine percent of the way.

gently, he slips a hand away from wade's cheek and drags the tips of his fingers softly across the other's face — his forehead, blue eyes watching their path as he does. he could take it all away, he thinks. take away the memories of pain and torture that wade has endured and still carries with him. he could just... make them no longer exist, but. he doesn't. wade's words about being broken pulling him from those thoughts and having his gaze linger there on his. )

I like that you don't. ( shut up, he means. ) Even if I don't always know what you're talking about.

( smile there soft and warm on his lips, he noses at wade again, letting that hand fall away from his face and gently hold at the back of his neck. )

You're a little broken and I'm a little lost. But that's ok. Cause we have each other.