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“Wade, you fucking idiot! I - you - everything was black and white and I - I couldn’t make out anything but you were covered in dark liquid, and you can’t - you can’t do that to me.” Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he was angry, god, was he angry.

“I know, Baby Boy, I know. I’m sorry. But I’m here now. I’m back. Colour’s back. And I’ll try harder next time.”

“You always say that,” Peter responded quietly.

“I know, I know. And I’m trying, I really am. It’s just, old habits die hard?” Wade tried.

“You just - I - I never know how to react, I can’t - I can’t think about life without you! You just make everything better and bearable and -“

“Shh, shh, hey, shhh. It’s okay, Petey. It’s okay,” Wade soothed.

“Fuck,” Peter whimpered. He reached out for Wade and Wade wrapped Peter up in his arms, setting him down on his lap.