["A lot of people already do." This is the answer that is on his lips, the answer he refuses to speak for fear of seeming like someone looking for pity. His tone may have been facetious, but the meaning behind them was not. He's just glad Caterina has decided to open up to him, to forgo what would have been an easy decision to isolate herself with her own feelings.
He knows that was what she wanted to do, because it was a desire he had fought against himself. But Abel had taught him that it wasn't good to keep things bottled up inside, and that lesson hasn't exactly left with Abel's death. Deadpool's trying, at least. And what better way to honor Abel's memory than to attempt to comfort one of his dearest friends?
With a gentle smile he raises a hand to her, palm up, wordlessly inviting her to place her own hand in his.]
Thanks, Cat. I'll, uh... I mean, I can walk you back to your room, if you want.
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He knows that was what she wanted to do, because it was a desire he had fought against himself. But Abel had taught him that it wasn't good to keep things bottled up inside, and that lesson hasn't exactly left with Abel's death. Deadpool's trying, at least. And what better way to honor Abel's memory than to attempt to comfort one of his dearest friends?
With a gentle smile he raises a hand to her, palm up, wordlessly inviting her to place her own hand in his.]
Thanks, Cat. I'll, uh... I mean, I can walk you back to your room, if you want.