Peter's voice snapped him out of his self flagellation. Poor oblivious Peter. Here Wade was, losing it in the bathroom over something that was probably normal for alternate universe him. When it came to his Peter back home, he had danced around the word in his head so many times but never letting it solidify. That was when he knew there was no turning back. It was harder to run from that inevitable pull.

Peter was his gravity. He was a magnet that pulled him in no matter how hard he tried to push away. And the worst part was that he highly doubted that Peter knew just how deep Wade was in. Thanks to all of the bullshit jokes. How many times had he taken jobs specifically to put space between them? Tokyo? Alright! Baghdad? Sure! Anything just to keep him from doing something stupid again. From getting too close. But Wade just kept on inching closer and closer.

Taking jobs was the only way to numb himself. Well, there were other ways. But those were never permanent thanks to his stupid healing.

So there it all was, laid out in front of him. He said it and now he couldn't go back to pretending that he cared less than he did. There was no more fooling himself. He broke his own rule, even if it was in a different universe.

His chest seemed to constrict even more at that thought. "Peter, I can't." The words came out jumbled and he realized just how broken he sounded. Like he was pleading. It just made it worse.