Unfortunately, this wasn't the nap Wade was hoping for. Nothing...happened. Peter was still normal, sweet Peter, wrapped around Wade's backside. Their legs were tangled together and Peter's free hand was resting, warm and heavy on Wade's thigh. He was kind of adorable, asleep, face slack, glasses - which he'd forgotten to take off - askew. The bed head game was real.

Probably be worried that Wade had become even more unhinged than usual, and wonder if he'd be getting a katana in the face.