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“Always? Really?”
Wade thinks about that. Well, he thinks out loud, because that’s the way it works sometimes.
“As long as I can remember, anyway. I’m not exactly sure how long that is. There’s a lotta swiss cheese in this ole’ noggin. But like - definitely before I saw your face. Or you saw mine. Possibly before we actually met - but that coulda just been parasocial.”
“Hm.” Peter’s grunt is utterly non-committal, which makes Wade’s stomach do a sad little belly flop. He doesn’t argue though because Peter’s head is still resting against his shoulder, and another episode of Love Island is about to come on, and he’s really hoping not to spoil the vibe.
“...So what does that mean? Like, for…this? For us?”
Wade shrugs. “It doesn’t hafta mean anything, Baby Boy. Or, like, it can mean whatever you want it to. More popcorn?” Wade offers the bag and Peter takes a handful, cramming it all into his mouth. Several kernels escape and roll down Wade’s Rainbow Dash plush blanket to join the others on the floor.
The theme for the show comes on and Wade points at the screen, thinking out loud again. “See, them I would go on a date with. That guy looks DTF, and she’d totally watch.”
“Pffft...Sorry,” Peter apologizes for the spray of half-chewed popcorn. “I can’t believe I’m watching this trash with you.”
Wade plants a kiss on Peter’s frizzy, flakey, totally neglected scalp, making a mental note to get him some tea tree oil shampoo. “Just accept it, Petey. Wallow in the filth with me.”
Peter turns to Wade, his mouth finally empty. He reaches up and pokes Wade’s nose with a greasy finger. “Oink oink.”
After they’ve stopped giggling and making plans to find the biggest hog at the next State Fair in Syracuse, Peter snuggles in against Wade and they sink back into the mindless entertainment.
The episode is just gearing up for the final commercial break before its exciting conclusion when Peter interjects: “me too, by the way.”
Wade’s brain blanks out and he totally misses a whole plot twist of the manufactured melodrama.
“What?” He’s not sure he actually heard what he thinks he heard.
“Me too. I mean. What you said. About me. Uh. Me, too.”
Wade chuckles and rests his cheek on Peter's stupid, frizzy head, muttering, “holy Thor in Asgard, you’re a dork.”