Peter waited patiently while Wade decided whether or not he wanted to accept the help. His smile never waned as he stepped through the doorway gratefully, duffel bag still slung over his shoulders. "Yes. And I don't know...you never know unless you try." Looks like Peter would just have to have enough optimism for the both of them.

The place looked lived in. Like Wade hardly ever left, which, point. Peter took the cue to follow him, setting his duffel down on the coffee table amidst the ruins of what appeared to be several pizza boxes. "...not exactly within my purview, no."

"I'm here for pain management." Peter informed him, unzipping the duffel. "I've been told that it's unlikely you'll ever be able to live pain free but...I might be able to make it more bearable for you."