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[Sometimes he wishes he had a spider sense for saying stupid shit. Or at least one that would warn him for reactions to the stupid shit he says. At first he's a little lost for words, confused, and then the telltale signs of distress start to form: sudden rigidity, a moment of sharp silent stillness, and the rambling —

He flinches hard at the oven door looking a little stunned, because Wade just reached into his oven and his bare hands, and he's not so sure it was an accident, and he's just. Alarmed and mortified with his mug and his Oreos. This is the part where you get up and go make sure he's alright, but then again, if he makes a move for him he'll probably get burnt hands bounced to him. And also, he's fucking horrified.

So he just watches with gaping mouth as Wade rushes away, up until he's about to get out the door-]

Wade, wait!

[Nevermind, the door has slammed, and he's sitting there dumbstruck.]