[ He debated going for a laugh, dress up in the suit and steal all the donuts, but half-way through something stopped him. He knows he's crazy by now, knows that everything that's happened to him, Francis, cancer, everything that came before that - he's a mess. He's a garbage fire of a human being and he only ever found one person who could love him despite all that and this can be virtual all it wants to be but in a way, he still betrayed her. He left her, and then he left her again and while he's not exactly ashamed of anything he's done here, it lingers like a bad smell.
Gotta start somewhere. Might as well be with the cancer he doesn't have anymore, though who knows if it's still lurking like a ticking time bomb. How long can the mutation keep up? If it does, how long until he's forgotten what it was like to not be immortal? How long until this throbbing ball of self loathing and hatred erupts and it's no longer a matter of not being a hero but rather of not being a full on comic book villain? Kitty already looked at him like he was, for a moment. It wasn't great.
So, yes. Issues. Opting for jeans, t-shirt and a hoodie with the hood pulled as far forward as possible, Wade enters the room, finds a seat and proceeds to wait for someone else to start a conversation. Cracking wise comes too easily to him - if he goes first, nothing of value will be said. ]