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Logan shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, eyes glued to the tv. If anyone asked him if he actually enjoyed any of the shows Wade made him watch he would sooner skewer them alive than admit it. But, the truth was he was completely enamored. Reality tv, early 2000s shows, and each and every corny romcom. Logan wasn’t sure if it was because of the media itself, which was laughably bad most times, or the viewing experience. Probably a mixture of both, he supposed.
Like now. They sat together on the couch, one of Wade’s legs swung over Logan’s lap, a bowl of freshly made jiffy pop in the tight space between them. They were both in pajamas, though it took until just then for Logan to realize Wade was wearing his clothes again. And while they definitely weren’t the same size that hadn’t once stopped them from sharing clothes. It had seemed practical before, being roommates, and Wade never seemed to mind. But now, looking at Wade clad in Logan’s baggy v-neck gray shirt and fuzzy duckling pajama bottoms that had been a gag gift to him on his birthday and quickly turned into his favorite, Logan felt something in his chest.
A warm, happy, everything-is-right, tingly sort of feeling. And oh my god, Logan was in love. The thought hit him like a train. How hadn’t he seen it before? He stared at Wade, trying to pinpoint exactly when that had happened, because even if he was only realizing it now, it definitely hadn’t happened overnight. It probably started when he tried sacrificing himself so Wade could live, only to have Deadpool himself have a moment of heroism. Then they went and saved the world together, and that was bound to have some effect on Logan’s heart, too. And after that he’d been invited back to Wade’s place and simply never left. And it had been months on end of… well domestic shit. Sharing a living space, a bed, clothes, all of their free time. Logan chuckled. He’d played himself this time.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” Wade asked, hearing Logan laugh and seeing him blatantly staring when he should have been watching tv instead.
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong, Peanut?” Wade shoveled an ungodly amount of popcorn into his mouth. Logan smiled.
“Nothing at all.” He squeezed Wade’s knee, surprised to find he meant what he said. He wouldn’t change this for the world.