( there's a calculated risk in raising the wager, peter knows that, though his quickening pulse asserts that he doesn't know how much he's biting off. peter doesn't get flightly when wade sits up, suddenly face-to-face and alert. it's wild, the flip of a switch. exhilarating, too. he definitely hasn't done anything worthy of wielding that level of power over someone else.

but as uncomfortable as the attention is (not for the reason he would think), he's weirdly electrified by it. )

I can let it go. The operative word being can. ( if that's what wade wanted, he would. ) I'm capable.

( it'll live in his head rent free, next to pet names and could've, would've, should've. letting go, suppressing, same thing. he stretches one leg out, loosening his locked posture, while the other stays bent towards his chest. )

But subjectively, yeah, I wanna know. Are you down for that?