The Patient's Painkiller is a Psycholologist

Chapter 51

“What sort of trouble are you thinking?” Peter asks softly “Ellie’s school doesn’t know about your ‘history’” he does finger quotes there “only the principal and the counselor and any misunderstandings I have cleared up”

“Not that…” Wade mumbles, hunching on himself “This”

Peter blinks as Wade simply gestures to himself. Wade keeps his head down as there is no answer from the brunette but as the silence stretches he can’t help but chance a glance at the man.
Peter is staring at him for a moment before (adorably) tilting his head, seeming confused by what Wade meant

“the scars” Wade helps the poor smart dumb man realize “the weird mask, the gloves that look like I kill for a living-“ He lists “Me! Peter, me…” he turns to the man besides him, raising his voice more than what was needed, gesturing to himself again.

For a short moment, Wade catches Peter flinch at the loud noise, eyes wide but, like a glitch, that look was quickly gone into the dumb dumb stupid blank one he does when he is working and not being friends with Wa-

“Woah. That’s a whole new level of things to unwrap” Yellow says

“Shut up” Wade, turns to where Yellow’s voice came from before realizing his mistake.

Clicking his teeth together, Wade sees the reflection of his wide lenses in the window. He pointedly avoids looking at Peter but in the reflection he sees the man hunch on himself at that.

“Not you, Petey…” Wade says, small.

And just like that, the hunch turns into leaning towards Wade, curious eyes burning the side of his face as Wade pointedly looks ahead.
For the first time ever, Wade is not annoyed at just the voices, who are to blame for this-

“I didn’t do anything” White grumbles

But at Peter as well, who looks delighted by what just happened.

“Wade-“

“Entertained?” Wade snaps his head to the side, scowling.

His scowl slowly drops as he is just a few centimeters away from touching Peter’s nose with his own, his lenses widening slightly and the same drum of his heart returning.

Peter is frowning slightly, brows furrowed in the way he does when he doesn’t understand something but is not willing to make it too obvious because he is still trying to work out in that big brain of his

“What?” he tilts his head, voice sounding muffled with out the beating of his own heart is in his ears. Peter does not pulling away and Wade suspects its because he hasn’t as well.

“Uh” Wade’s tongue feels too large in his mouth and his very breathable mask feels too hot. His eyes cannot focus on just Peter’s camel like lashes, they roam to take in every beauty spot and acne scar, the small wrinkles of confusion in between his thick brows, how a droplet from the rain threatens to fall off the curl on his forehead, his peach lips are pressed together awaiting an answer.
Inside his eyes Wade sees the reflection of light in the garage and the whites of his own mask, his reflection being enough to make him pull away from Peter.

“Wade?” Peter tries again, his thoughtful expression exchanging for a worried one if the way the wrinkles on his brows move mean anything

“You uh…seemed entertained” Wade says, quiet as he turns his head away to the window by his side

“I did?” Peter blinked

“Yes” Wade bites out “You looked happy when I just… talked to myself” he shuts his eyes, clenching them close as his voice cracked at the last words

Peter is staring, thinking on what to say, what are the right words in this scenario, Wade can feel it, just like he has ever since he began to trust Peter more and more, always letting Peter have his moment of thought before he could speak.

“Sorry” Peter apologizes and Wade’s breath hitches because why would he apologize if what Wade had said was wrong?
What was once dancing in his chest is exchanged for a knife stabbing at his heart, the last bit of hope Wade had for Peter flooding out through his wound-

“I just was happy I figured it out” Peter continues “so i can finally give you the right help”

“What?” Wade turns and Peter is no longer leaning across his seat towards Wade but is sat back against it, looking ahead

“hm?” Peter looks back to Wade “Oh, I know its not very cool of me to be happy about it-“

“No no no no” Wade stops him quickly, waving his hand around to shut that cute smart dumbass up “What?”

“Oh…” Peter hums “I always suspected you were hearing something but since you never showed actual evidence or spoke about it I wasn’t able to do anything about it- hopefully this incident will help you to open up more, Wade” Peter explains

“If you do talk about it, it will be a big step and we can help and get the right medication and be there when you have any episodes or need advice dealing…” Peter continues casually as if he hadn’t just said ‘remember that thing you’ve been trying to hide from me? yeah, i knew all along’ to Wade

Wade watches Peter ramble more, dumbfounded by Peter’s small smile as he speaks. Once again, Wade comes to the realization that Peter is simply happy for him, that he is proud just like he was when he got Wade’s mask for him, like when Luciana led the exercise lesson, like Wade has been trying to make him smile all this time.

Sighing, Wade leans back against his seat, watching Peter continue ramble like he does rarely but Wade loves, a small smile on his fac-

“Time” White reminds him

“TIME!” Wade exclaims and Peter jumps, wide eyes looking at the time displayed on the car as well

“TIME!” Peter exclaims as well.

Quickly, Peter is a man on a mission. He reaches over and puts Wade’s seatbelt for him, he’d be offended if he didn’t like being pampered and knew it was probably a habit he grew thanks to Ellie (Wade’s been there), then he puts his own seatbelt and races as fast as legally possible to Ellie’s school.

Wade can’t help the laughter that bubbles out his mouth, singing along to Britney Spears Peter had on apparently and only getting distracted a few times by how handsome and different Peter looked while driving.