Wade nods. It's an answer he understands, and one for which there really isn't an unhinged retort to. Of course, of everyone here, Jen had somehow over time earned more lucid moments from him. This wasn't exactly true in their source material, but in these spaces, in these interactions, they had come to some kind of understanding. She saw through his bullshit, and he knew she saw through his bullshit, and quite often she said just the right thing to make him not want to do his bullshit anyway.

And surviving was one of those things. They were both survivors, in their own ways. Just like they were both something shy of sanity in their own ways. His were just uglier than hers. He was allowed to fall into his dark places more than she was. With Jen, there were expectations.

"So that was your secret, huh." Another nod. "It's not mine. You're expected to want to go back, because you have to play the hero. Me..."

Wade stops himself, then smiles a wild little smile. "Ah ah aaahhh...I'm not telling any secrets." He places a hand on her knee. "But that was a good secret. You can stay. You should stay. They don't appreciate you there like they should. They just all want you to be more like your cousin so they have a comfortable place to slot you in on an Avengers team, where you can backslide into mediocrity. You're better than that."