(I want to go back. I don't want to leave him there alone with Tin Man.)

"So he's Tin man now? How much more sophisticated then Tin can."

[White, this is for the best.]

(this is for the best!? How is leaving him for the best? We promised we'd never leave him again. We wouldn't leave him to the tortures of his mind and lest to be changed again.)

[This isn't anything like that. White we aren't leaving him.]

(well We sure as hell aren't at his side!) the box screams back.

Wade flinched at that. He hadn't had the boxes yelling at each other in a long time. Sure they had had their arguments but not a screaming match on well over a year.

"You alright?" Vaughn asks as he stops next to the taller man, their path of walking down a relatively Main Street with plenty of shops that couldn't entertain for hours.

[White! There's nothing wrong! He wouldn't want us to stay there all day, he'd want us to move around a little and he deserves time with someone other then us for just a few hours. Besides, we both know that any longer and we would have snapped and done something we would regret that could possibly hurt Peter more!]

"Wade?" The young man- gosh now hat Wade though about it he had to be only sixteen, maybe seventeen, reached out and put a hand on the others shoulder as Wade ducked his head and clutched it, trying and hoping the pains would subside from the quite serious instant migraine the two had created.

"Just be quiet okay."

(And getch your Clammy paws offa me.) White exclaims angrily, a burst of harsh resentment aimed towards the shifter whom backs off almost instantly with wide eyes like Wade had actually backhanded him.

"I'm sorry. He's just mad right now. He'll get over it."

(He's trying to take Peter's place isn't he! He's trying to get to us and rip us away! Maybe he's the one making Peter sick! Our Baby boy was fine until he showed up that night, he probably just wants to get it is and hurt is like everyone before Peter.)

[White would you just shut up! He's just a kid, he isn't interested in anything we could ever offer him and he damn knows our heart is owned by Peter! If he's as good of a mind reader his is then your argument if pointless because he knows he'd never have a chance. So just shut up and stop torturing us all with your pointless, paranoid thoughts and leave us and him alone!]

(Peter was just a kid! He's still practically a kid! He's only just turned twenty and we married him after a year of dating and another twelve months of rehab from being locked up alone with foam blocks and stuffed animals as entertainment! We don't even know if he really wants to he with us forever. We married him so quickly that he couldn't possibly have enough time I actually think if he wanted to live with an ugly, scarred and psychotic man for the rest of his life!)

[Well if it makes you feel any better the rest of his life might not be ling enough for him to actually regret decisions!]

Wade squeezed his eyes shut as their argument was over whelming and causing his heart rate to rise and limbs feel like they're shaking from the chemical distress of his body having to listen to the pair.

"Wade." Vaughn tries again though very noticeably much less up front and his tone quieter as he looked at the ground and held his hands close to his stomach almost like he expected to get hit by the older man for his simple presence.

(Well maybe I should be.) White snarls venomously in a way you could imagine The box snapping like a rabid animal with foam at it's lip.

"I'm sorry. I didn't-" Vaughn starts again still avoiding all eye contact as he bows his head submissively to the man.

[He's been hit before. We used to do the exact same when we were younger.]

'There was no we when that happened. There was only me,'

[... I still have you're memories. I'm still you.]

"I know Kid. It's fine. You've done nothing wrong here." Wade assures as he releases himself from his own grip,!as the two boxes settled in a relative manner of putting it. White is still thrumming with the energy of pent up anger that in no soon time would have any manner of being released as long as Wade wanted Peter alive.

"...You never did explain to me how you got your name. You seem to use it as if that the one you were born with unlike Max who hasn't directly sated but I've caught on that isn't her name."

Vaughn looks up at the Mercenary with a look between appreciation, fear and wariness.

"Only if you tell me how you know." The shifter says referring to the reason behind the purpose of the subject being rough to the surface as he tries to correct his posture before the man.

He didn't want to look so weak before him.

You'll hate me in the future. FWI. :)