"You liked watching Hocus Pocus with me!" Shit. Wrong Peter. Good going, dipshit. Hopefully this Wade still had the same obsession with watching Hocus Pocus a billion times as soon as it was October first.

Wade knew leaned into the touch, his eyes closing in comfort. It was like Peter instinctively knew what to do to soothe him. Every touch was like a balm to his soul. He moved closer so that their sides were touching.

"Just want to be close to you right now." It was the painfully honest truth.