Everything felt so warm and comfortable and then suddenly Wade's own snoring made him shoot awake. "Oh shit." he muttered, rubbing sleep from his eyes and trying to get a handle on what was going on. He looked down and saw Peter next to him, looking cute as hell and making his heart squeeze up -- then he remembered. "Shit." It didn't fucking work! How the hell was he supposed to get back? Wade held his head in his hands, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he tried to get his breathing under control. The last thing he needed was to be set off again.

What could he do right now? Nothing that he could think of. So instead, he laid back down, pulling Peter close to him to try to ground himself so he could think clearly.

Fuck. What if he could never get back? What if he couldn't get back until some random time when he least expected it. How the hell was he going to keep up this facade?