[ he rubs groggily at his eyes and checked the clock by his nightstand in his room. ]
[ 1:05 A.M. you’ve got to be shitting me. ]
[ returning his glance at wade, he growls. ] “Fer yer information, it’s one in the fuckin’ mornin’. Yeah, I was sleepin’. Secondly, no. Storm ain’t here. There is a good reason why she got married to T’challa, dumb fuck. Lastly, I don’t want to let ya in ‘cause yer face pisses me off. Now get outta here.”
“Is it one? I didn’t know.”
Yes he did.
“You should go back to sleep, wolfie. You could use your beauty sleep. You’re lookin a bit rough.”
Wade completely ignored the look of death or the growls coming in his direction. He shifted around until he managed to get around Logan and went straight to collapsing on the man’s bed.
“She went and got married? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding? I bring the best presents. Last one I went to I gave a pillow case full of dead rats. Then again I really hated that couple and I wasn’t really invited. Hey, you got an extra pillow in here?”