Okay, [i]leave me alone.[/i] Wade smiled affectionately. If he had, like, a dollar for everytime Joey told him to [i]go away[/i] or [i]get lost[/i] or [i]leave me alone[/i], he’d probably have enough money to buy himself some new clothes that actually fit and didn’t look like the closet of a ridiculously patriotic Canadian that pretended to care more about hockey than they did so they could wear a Canadian flag sweater without getting funny looks from Canadians and non-Canadians alike. Well. That wasn’t far off, anyway- so he didn’t voice any of this aloud, aware Joey would immediately call him out for it. Luckily, he didn’t even get chance to slip up and say it anyway, because predictably, they were kissing, Wade hindered by a rush of affection as he moved a hand to curl his fingers almost tightly into Joey’s hair. He pulled back reluctantly, grinning and looking down at him, seriously considering just cancelling the reservation because they couldn’t do this over dinner without getting strange looks. He could tell joey was intent on getting there, which was cute, but probably more for the sake of clearing a laughable record than actually caring terribly about the date and dinner itself. They could have just as much fun at home, watching a movie, really, but it was tradition now to be tragically late for dates at actual places.

When Wade became faux-serious, he noticed Joey’s exasperation and suspicion, and when he moved quickly past the subject of Joey’s sister, he also noticed the presence of sudden questions that crossed Joey’s mind, evident in his expression. He halted for a second to give a watered-down explanation to save himself interrogation. [b]”She asked me out. I said no.”[/b] He moved swiftly onwards, to call out joey for his less than admirable ghosting habits, which earned him a feeble protest. Wade moved a hand to jokingly cover his mouth for half a beat, then he smiled and dropped it so he was holding Joey’s hands again. [i]First of all, how dare you. Second of all, I'm realising I am straight after all right now. It was nice experimenting, buuut...[/i] Affronted, Wade dropped Joey’s hands and folded his arms. [b]”Just ‘nice’? [i]Nice?[/i]”[/b] Wade, in a way that was so typical of him, shook his head and put on a show of being mournful, but also arrogant. [b]”I think I speak for both of us when I say... Our ‘experimenting’ has been much better than any other-“[/b] He searched for a word that wouldn’t make Joey hit him. [b]”Antics? That’s a dumb fucking word but you’re like, weirdly pg-13 sometimes.”[/b]

Wade shrugged his shoulders. [b]”If you’re straight, I’m italian.”[/b] He said matter-of-factly, then suddenly his next target was Joey’s melodramatic son, and Joey apparently didn’t appreciate the joke that had Wade reeling. [i]Jesus, who raised you? You know how in, like, 2013, everyone said JB was the shame of Canada? That's actually you. Die.[/i] That was low, even for Joey. [b]”[i]Vaffanculo,[/i] Joseph. Bieber wishes he were me.”[/b] Yes, Wade had picked up a little Italian from Joey’s relatively frequent usage- but only the curse words. He caught the shirt that was hurled at him and squinted at Joey, sitting up once he had caught his breath. Apparently not done, he tried calling in vain once more to annoy Joey, and easily succeeded. [i]Is that really his name in your phone? Siri, is that really his name in you? Wow.[/i] [b]”Sure is. Wake me up when you’ve disowned him, yeah?”[/b]

Wade watched as Joey turned around to fix his tie and straighten out his dishevelled appearance, standing up and wandering over to wrap his arms around his waist for just a second so he could land a few kisses, starting at his neck, then his jaw, then his cheekbone in quick succession. Stepping back before Joey could complain, he idly examined his wardrobe from over the other man’s shoulder. [i]Hm, okay, well, that’s not what I’m referring to.[/i] Wade immediately grinned. [i]Are we,[/i] como se dice, [i]bisecting the triangle?[/i] [b]”No, but I’m sure you’d fucking love that.”[/b] [i]Doing the devil’s dance? Going to the grocery store? Honestly, Wade. I need to prepare.[/i] At the last comment, Wade practically spluttered, but then started laughing, rolling one shoulder back in an undecided shrug. [b]"Guess we’ll find out. You call the shots.”[/b]

[i]What? How often- you know what,[/i]that’s none of my bus-unless. Wade looked genuinely disgusted, staring at Joey for a few silent seconds before holding his hands up and forming a cross with his fingers and holding it in Joey’s direction. [b]”Begone, you fucking demon.”[/b] He shook his head and didn’t elaborate (hoping Joseph got the picture), instead just took the hanger and the jacket and obediently put it on. He easily caught that glance down, and raised a questioning eyebrow. [b]”My eyes are up here, you know. But also I will take it off if you want me too.”[/b] The trouble with Wade was that... It was impossible to tell if he was serious. Be it his manner or his tone, he always sounded dead serious, but- he couldn’t be, right? Not some things. Nobody actually knew, apart from maybe Joey, who questioned him further on the odd occasion. [i]You know, four inches' difference really becomes extra obvious when you trade clothes. You look like one of those guys in school who has a mysterious growth spurt in a day and suddenly nothing fits anymore.[/i] [b]”I stopped listening at ‘four inches difference’ because I was worried.”[/b]

Wade stood still as Joey buttoned it up. [i]Well. I support it. You can put your maple syrup jersey under it and be even more high fashion.[/i] How insensitive. Wade narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to retaliate, but Joey was a step ahead of him. [i]Sorry, I meant, uh, the Canadian hockey jersey.[/i] [b]"Sure as hell you fuckin’ did.”[/b]