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[It's not the first time she's left him completely without words, and he's certain it won't be the last. There is a few minutes of silence, in which he struggles to find something to say; some off-color comment or witty remark that might distract him from what he's feeling right now. He can find none, so after a while he stops trying.]

...Are you in your apartment right now?

[His voice is breathless; a whisper.]

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[She just barely heard him, but the message came through somehow.]

I can be. If that's what you want.

Yeah... yeah. I do.

I uh... [He clears his throat.] I wanna see you. I-If that's okay.

[Oh, Wade.]

Of course it is. Come on over. I'll meet you there.

Okay. I'll, uh... see you there.

[It doesn't take him long to reach the house-- barely three minutes, at most-- but when he finally winds up at her doorstep he finds himself loitering there for a few minutes more, working up the courage to knock. Which is ultimately stupid, when you really think about it. He's known her for so long now-- over a year now, surely-- that this shouldn't be a huge deal.

Finally, after what seems like hours of deliberation, he throws caution to the winds and knocks on her door. Here goes nothing.]

[Her goes something.]

[Specifically, Zatanna making a point of glancing up at Wade with the warmest, most welcoming smile she could muster as she opened the door.]

Hey.

H-Hey.

[She hasn't vanished like some others he could name. She's still here, her warm, almost sly smile still wonderfully present. But Wade feels as though he's lost her somehow, as if she'd been gone for weeks before returning to him. He knows it's silly and irrational, but phobias tend to be. And the fear of being forgotten-- of fading from even the darkest recesses of people's memory-- is a very real fear for him, especially now.

He swallows hard. Somehow it's painful to even look at her.]

I... [An awkward chuckle.] I feel like I should've had a speech prepared or something.

[He looked like he was in pain. More than whatever the usual entailed. Everything from the way his voice faltered to his posture....]

How 'bout we start with you coming inside and take it from there?

[She turned to let him in the room.]

Yeah... yeah. Okay. That's a good start.

[He follows her lead, brushing past her in the doorway to make his way into the common room, where he stands awkwardly at attention like a student in the principal's office. He's still uncertain with her-- some sort of synapse in his brain hasn't quite accepted the fact that she remembers him, and he's still so worried about screwing things up.

Wade clears his throat, anxious to say something-- anything.]

So, uh.

[A valiant effort, though not exactly eloquent.]

[This had the potential to get really awkward really fast. Which, to be frank, wasn't her style. Nor his, at least in the context of their relationship.]

You mentioned something dinner and witty banter?

[Starting with the familiar. Familiar was good. Familiar was what he was coming here to find, right?]

I don't know about you, but I could easily go for either. Or both.

Oh. Sure.

[Careful there, Zee. He's still kind of emotionally compromised.]

Just lead me to the pots an' pans and stuff and I'll make you a meal fit for a queen. Sound good?

[If she even remotely knew how to be careful, they would never have gotten as close as they are now.]

Sounds absolutely perfect.

Come on. I'll show you what passes for our kitchen. Try not to sound too horrified at once when you see it, though. Remember who I live with....

Oh, don't worry. You should see the state of my kitchen back home. The dude I lived with wasn't exactly a paragon of cleanliness.

[Oh, like you're much better, Wade.]

You'd have to invite me over first.

[Point of clarification. Among...other complications.]

If we ever happen to get a crossover, chickie-babe, yours'll be the first number I call. After Batman, of course.

[Hey Wade you know how Wolverine won't take any of your shit? Batman's probably worse.]

But yeah, lead me to where the magic happens. Figuratively speaking, of course.

Wow. I see how it is. Not even here, and I'm still getting overshadowed...

[See that pout? That one, right there? That's all your doing, Wade, because she is clearly the most offended and not actually grinning as she turned to head towards the part of the common area with the stoves and pots. Some of which looked far more used than others.]

Well...figuratively and a bit literally, I guess.

Boiling water the old fashioned way tends to take too long.

Hey, don't take it so hard. Batman overshadows everybody. He's practically got storm clouds over his head around the clock.

[He chuckles, though, at her admittance of using her magic.] So first you're an accomplished wine-maker, now you're a talented water-boiler... remind me again why I haven't invited you to live at my place, Zee.

Because you'd have to go through two Superboys before stealing me away.

No offense, but I don't think that's a fight you could win.

Hey, you never know. I could toss 'em a few Penthouses to distract 'em and then make off with the goods. Never underestimate a pubescent teenager's ability to be distracted.

[He begins to stack the pots he'll need on the counter.]

No, but this looks good. I can use these. Anything in particular you'd like me to make, or should I just wing it?

[...that...might actually work on Kon. Conner was debatable.]

Surprise me.

[He groans at that, clenching his hands into fists-- the very image of frustration.]

Why do girls always say that? Now the pressure's on and stuff. Can I get an idea of what you like, at least? I know you're vegetarian, but that doesn't really give me a lot to work with. C'mon, help a guy out, would ya?

[So dramatic, Wade.]

Alright, fine.

I like Mexican and Italian. In that order. Does that help any?

[You love his dramatics Zee don't lie. Thankfully, the mention of Mexican and Italian food distracts him from any further histrionics, and he gives her his biggest, brightest smile yet.]

So a burrito lasagna, then?

[Well, yes. Not that she would say as much aloud. Yet.]

Burrito Lasagna it is.

Extra Spicy, if you think you can handle it.

[Oh, Zee. Oh, honey. Challenges like that should never be taken lightly. Wade's eyes virtually flash with mischief; with delight.]

You're about to see just what I can handle, little missy. Let's break out the chili powder and see if we can't melt our faces off.

[So saying, he rushes to gather the ingredients, humming a little tune to himself as he does so.]

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