His mask creases briefly as he smiles, heels knocking contently against concrete. "Wow, I mostly understood that— that's awesome, buddy! Knew you could big brain your way through it." He nudges him encouragingly. "You ever need a test guy, you know what I'm about."
+as shitty as his whole fucking experience has taught him; that this special boy was gonna fulfill his weirdo science dreams and make the world a better place.
+offers another solution. "What about your science project? That going okay?" Something that always seem to light his less-morally-dingy friend up was spewing various words he didn't understand or care to learn. But he cares, so.. that's nice to see. Gives him that warm fuzzy that the world isn't+
He nods slowly. Spidey's probably right; usually right... Wade doesn't get a lot of things. Still, the way his red-clad shoulders sagged like that make his brain hurt. [That might just be the extra tumors, though.] With a quick (and a little alarmingly rough) smack to the side of his head, DP+
+two. You need a distraction? I can find or make one in 30 seconds, tops. You can count."
Aaaaaaaaaaaa??