Wade didn’t take so long to get ready because he was indecisive, or because he particularly cared about looking nice- he was just a more leisurely person, a procrastinator, who did things at his own, slow, impractical for other people pace. If he was less generally lazy, he’d probably take about as much time as Joey- twenty minutes to shower and get dressed and do his hair (Not that Wade did anything with his anyway)- but he wasn’t, and he wasn’t about to change his whole two-hour average routine (and that was on good days). They had to leave pretty soon and he had only just finished showering, very clean and very wet but also running very short on time. He didn’t have to look at a clock, or his phone; he just had to listen out for Joey’s inevitable, loud sigh, followed by Joey asking him whether he was ready, followed by Joey complaining that it always took him forever to get ready. He was fully prepared for this textbook interrogation until he actually saw Joey and then his smart-ass comments melted away. [i]Wade, are you ready?[/i]

Very intelligently, Wade shook his head, and attempted to think of something clever to say before mentally shrugging and moving forwards to catch Joey in a kiss, suddenly very inclined to just stay home and reschedule dinner for another night. They could just have Mexican takeout- Wade’s go-to dinner anyway, and a lot less hassle than going out for Italian. Plus he could eat it in his underwear, and unfortunately doing that was frowned upon in public. He pulled back with an affectionate smile. [i]You too. You know, you could conceivably wear that towel to the restaurant.[/i] If only. Wade wasn’t really listening, though, and he was busy thinking about how different this evening could go if they conveniently forgot all about their reservations and Joey was a more spontaneous person. It was fun to fantasise, but all he had at his disposal now was an obvious, ridiclous joke, that Joey didn’t catch on to until a few heartbeats afterwards.

[i]Gonna need a big bottle of wine to deal with you, you know.[/i] [b]”Wow.”[/b] Wade pulled back, shaking his head and frowning with all seriousness he could muster. Unfortunately for Wade, joking like this was frequent, but at least he got used to it- he no longer took it as seriously, just retaliated with something else. [b]”While you drink that, I can grow a few tumours. Productivity.”[/b] He grinned, appreciating Joey moving a little closer and reaching out to hold onto both of his sides. [i]Ye- oh.[/i] Rude. [b]”I was kidding, Joseph! I thought you liked Italian, anyway?”[/b] He tilted his head questioningly then cracked another smile as he leaned forwards for another kiss, lacing their fingers together as Joey smiled against his lips. Wade kissed his cheekbone and then drew back. [b]"Kiss me like you miss me, Joey.”[/b] Not even a heartbeat later he leaned back in, kissing him as if making up for the whole hour or so they’d been apart (and it was Wade’s fault anyway for being oblivious to the rising state of the water bill).

[i]Of course. What do you think I wore to my sister’s wedding?[/i] [b]”Damn, why wasn’t I there? Was it when you were-"[/b] He made the air-quote gesture with his hands- [b]”Straight?”[/b] He grinned, then launched into some fluent Italian (bad pronunciations of different shapes of pasta). [b]”No but seriously, which sister? I think I met a few in Ilvermorny days. Oh yeah, one of them definitely had a crush on me.”[/b] That was weird. Wade shook his head, then finally turned his attention to what was important- his wardrobe and what the hell he was going to wear. [i]I[/i] just [i]stopped being straight. I can’t help you with fashion.[/i] Yet, there he was, rooting through Wade’s wardrobe and trying to find something that made him look even a little bit more presentable.

[b]”You know, maybe I should ask Bren.”[/b] He mused suddenly, taking the hanger from Joey and considering the ensemble. [i]A vest, oh my God, wear that. That’s a Professor Walcott look.[/i][b] “Ugh, I’m not sixty. Anyway, yeah, I’m gonna call Brendon, like- ‘[i]What should I wear if I want to sleep with your dad tonight?”[/i][/b] Wade sounded dead serious, as he usually did when saying rather inappropriate things. He considered the clothes on the hanger in his hand. [b]”I guess it doesn’t really matter, they’ll be coming off anyway. Towel it is.”[/b]