He nodded. "He has his suit back. You've seen him - big old dork in his black speedo," he rolled his eyes, but there's affection in the motion, a smile curling at the corner of his lips thinking about it. Such a dork, Wade.
He didn't want to talk to deeply about it, not here, and he didn't feel right talking to deeply of Wade's problems. They were his to speak about to people he wanted to talk about them with.