"So, since I explained me, why don't you explain your self."'Vaughn says as they exit the store particularity red after the encounter in the store that didn't really particularly have anything verbal words but there was most certainly a misunderstanding resulting in the blonde being handed a bag that he surely Hadn't had any intention of obtaining.

(We need to get back to Peter.)

[Its been hardly an hour yet. Give him time to rest and be on his own.]

(But I don't want to be alone! We don't want to be alone! Why why can't we go back where we can pretend everything is safe? Where we can dream that Peter will tell us everything is going to be okay and he'll protect us like he used to! Like he did before he couldn't control his secrets anymore, before we listened to him and went away like he said he wanted us to!)

[But that's not what he wanted. He wanted space. Not abandonment. The thing we continuously promised we wouldn't ever give in return for his affection and love.]

(But you were the one that told us to leave him! You told us that's what he wanted!) White screams at Yellow. The normally cool tempered voice was fuming. He hated this. It affected him more then either of them in this. He was the part of Wade the relief on the continuous reassurances, touches, and fucking to be convinced that they were loved and wanted by someone, anyone most of all a beautiful person like Peter. White was the one unable to truly handle the responsibility of taking care of someone because he didn't know how and that fear was shared with the main personality of the owner of the body they all shared. Yellow was the only one who ever knew what to do, truly, silently worked Wade's body and coached them through what to do.

"You did a pretty shitty job of explaining your half... not that mines going to be much better anyways." Wade says as he tries to push away the voices like one does background noise.

"It's hard to keep everything strait. Sometimes I forget if some memories are mine or not while being around so many people at once." Vaughn says gesturing to the crowded street. "All day, all night. It's never quiet. Sometimes I can't think strait. In the end I have to look at all the little details to see if it's my memory, to make sure it's in the right time period, the right people are there."

"I might not be absorbed in others minds but I do know what it's like to not remember. Sometimes I think that maybe it was my dad who left, and my mom was the one who abused me. Still loved her. Other times, most of the time I'm pretty sure that she died of cancer. The cancer I have and then my dad would beat me. I know I killed my dad somehow, maybe it was a shot when I was fifteen or maybe I burned him alive when I was older. I don't know. I just know I hate him. I hate him and he hurt my mom somehow and I can't forgive him for that. Ever."

[Maybe... Maybe he can tell us] Yellow says quietly.

Wade sent Vaughn a questioning glance to the shifter.

Vaughn looks at Wade with an uncertain expression. Effort it turned into something between a closed mouth smile and a sympathetic grimace.

"I think either way the message gets though. You Loved your mother and you father was a cruel man whom left you in the world and didn't treat his family right. He forced you to become strung under unfair circumstances." Vaughn answers as he looks up at Wade having momentarily forgotten about his embarrassing contents in the bag he had been given.

Wade nodded silently not sure if that was reassuring or not. Deep in his mind had he hid from himself what truly happened to them? Had he been the one to get rid of them both? I what if-

"Wade. It's nothing you have to worry about. No matter what the answer is I am also tell that you don't want to know. Your trying to give your father a fighting chance if possibly not being as bad as a man as what you believe he was. I think deep down you know yourself don't you. The one story that makes the most sense to explain parts of your life."

Wade looked down towards the ground
As the shifter continued. Wade was sure he knew too but he also didn't want to dwell on it. He for the moment preferred his scrambled brain and fried memory over remembering. All he truly needed to remember was everything about Peter and what he had done with him and for each other. Every moment with him.

(We're loosing moments with him now.)

"Well then maybe we can get good, even get some extra to see if we can bribe him to wake." Vaughn says with a smile. Not having realized he was speaking to a box again until it was too late as the smile falls and his replaced with a cowering look of shame. "I'm sorry." He said quickly to Wade's boots.

" 'S alright kid. You didn't know that time. It's alright." Wade assures.

"I'm sixty seven years older then you. I'm not a kid."

"You're a bean plow who's like fourteen. You're a kid. You should learn to lift."

Vaughn frowns before glaring at the man.