Wade was, evidently, endlessly amused by the same things- often distasteful things at the expense of himself. Joey was the same (which was fortunate or unfortunate depending on how you looked at it), so they were always having weirdly lighthearted back-and-forths about heavy subjects, trying to one-up eachother with the most awful joke at their self-expense. There were limits, of course, where Wade was on the cusp of telling Joey that was probably enough, or Joey gave Wade a look with just enough conveyed annoyance that he stopped. The limit was pretty high, though, due to the mutual comfort they felt with eachother, and the fact that neither of them had been around for the worst part of their ‘personal tragedy’. They felt as much worry and responsibility for eachother anyhow- they were kind of ridiculous. It was like they had never grown apart (or rather, Joey had never cut him off), how close they were. [i]You know, collectively, we’re kind of awful. Maybe we shouldn’t be going out into public.[/i] That was a valid point, and Wade looked nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders back and looking down as Joey tried to extend himself to as close as possible to Wade’s height. It was cute. Wade internally rolled his eyes at himself.

He told himself to stop being so ridiculous, then gave up and leaned down to kiss Joey anyway, surprisingly chastely considering his constant jokes and comments suggesting otherwise. [i]All right. You’re funny, I [/i]guess. [b]”You [i]guess?”[/i][/b] Wade noticed Joey trying to break away and held him a little tighter in protest. [b]”I could be a [i]fucking comedian.”[/i][/b] He sounded so sure. Wade then made an effort to stop Joey in his tracks, and it seemed to work, because when he kissed him again, he didn’t complain, like he usually did when they were running late and Wade managed to make them even more late just by talking too much. Wade felt a hand curl around the back of his neck and lit up, complying when he was pulled closer. Why couldn’t they just stay home? He’d already made a joke regarding forgetting their plans, he didn’t want to backtrack and say he was serious [i]now.[/i] Besides, he enjoyed their dates. Looking at the time, they’d probably be too late anyway. Maybe Wade could apparate them. That would be fun.

They finally pulled back, Wade now satisfied, but still enjoying making regular digs at Joey because his reaction was always funny no matter how many times he made the same joke. [i]Zitto.[/i] Wade pulled a face, having heard Joey say that more times then he cared to count, still no closer to actually knowing what it meant. He was too proud to ask. [b]”Zitto to you too,”[/b] He replied defiantly, stepping back. [i]Isabela? Yeah, you missed your chance.[/i] He thought back to meeting a few of Joey’s sisters, running through them all til he remembered which one he was talking about. He nodded in recognition. [b]"Hardly.”[/b] [i]She's the one who got married, now you're stuck with me. Sucks to suck, Walcott.[/i] Scoffing, he folded his arms. He remembered knowing that sister, and knowing that that sister liked him, but he didn’t remember ever feeling the same in return. [b]”I’d say you’re more stuck with me. And, hey, I just wanna say...”[/b] He stepped close for a second, looking serious and taking Joey’s hands. [b]”I’m glad I rejected your sister, that you didn’t contact me in years, and then I met you again and made you realise you’re not straight.”[/b] He made himself laugh. He let go of Joey’s hands, amused.

Anyway, there were more important things to discuss- namely what the hell Wade was going to wear, because as much as he would definitely go out in a towel, Joey probably wouldn’t let him. He watched as Joey looked through his clothes, and his mind wandered- to asking Brendon, mostly so he could make fun of his fashion sense (which ranged from snapbacks and tank tops that made him look like a straight fuckboy, in his opinion, to leopard print and leather). Joey probably wasn’t paying attention anyway- [i]WADE.[/i] He cracked up, having to sit down and then lie back because Joey looked so [i]alarmed.[/i] Still grinning, he sat up again. [b]”Your fucking [i]face,[/i] oh my god,”[/b] Wade raised a hand almost in surrender, still laughing between breaths. [i]Where’s your phone? I need to confiscate it. He’s traumatised enough without your help.[/i] 

[b]”Hey Siri,”[/b] He exclaimed suddenly, [b]”Send ‘Joey’s bastard son’ a message saying...”[/b] Wade started laughing again, unable to finish, and lay back onto the bed again in defeat. He managed to calm down, though, and got to his feet, holding the towel carefully where he felt it was at risk of slipping. [i]You want to sleep with me tonight? Gross. I’m flattered.[/i] [b]”Get your mind out of the gutter,”[/b] He retorted, sounding mock-affronted. [b]”My intentions are completely innocent. By ‘sleep with you’, I mean have a nice 8 hours, asleep. Obviously.”[/b] He raised an eyebrow, as if to say [i]yeah, everything I just said is bullshit.[/i]

[i]Ooh, Interesting. I can’t wait to get kicked out and you’re charged for, like, indecent exposure. Hey, how about you wear something of mine? Clearly all you have is...[/i] Wade tuned out when Joey started talking about clothing again, instead responding to the first comment. [b]”Never a dull day, you know that, babe.”[/b] He smiled and stood obediently still when Joey finally took something out and held it out in front of him. [i]So the sleeves will be a little short. Big deal! It’s cute. Hey, wait, see if the jacket looks good with a towel.[/i] Wade took it from the hanger and let go of his towel, which thankfully remained in place, then shrugged it on. [b]”Vogue.”[/b]