A gentle smiled touched the small woman’s lips. In that moment, he had sounded so much like Wade. They seemed to share a belief that they didn’t deserve happiness, that they might mess it up. Perhaps that’s why Wade had fallen for him? They had an understanding in their own insecurities. “It’s Remy, right?” She asked, more out of politeness. “You don’t have to worry, I try to keep an eye on him... Not that I’d tell him that, he doesn’t like when I fuss.” Her lips pulled into a playful smirk now, imagining a rather miffed Wade saying how he can take care of himself.