Strange has Wade pegged. In many respects, the Quarry victor is a lot like a plant deprived of sunlight and water-- given enough attention and care, he would eventually grow into something manageable and malleable. And the good doctor has definitely given Wade an abundance of that. With his stoic yet gentle personality and guidance, the man had become almost like family to Wade; like an older brother or even a father. He alone seemed to be the only one who gave a shit about him day after day, the only one who checked up on Wade to see how he was doing. Sometimes it rankled Wade somewhat to be fussed over so, but deep down he secretly was beholden to the man.

It was a sign that Strange thought of him as more than just a showdog to be trotted around. Wade grins at the other man's question, reaching out to take his own glass of sparkling drink. "C'mon, doc. Do I look like the kinda guy who lets women push me around?"

The slightly self-deprecating tone of his voice implies what the answer to that question should be, and he takes a swig of champagne. "Thought it was about time I got out there again, that's all. I'm not gettin' any younger, y'know?"