Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Thursday Morning

The kid was in bed, the animals were all blissfully passed out in a pile somewhere in the corner and Nate... still a lemming.

Business as usual.

Deadpool had commandeered Nate's couch to sleep on because, well, he sure as hell wasn't taking the bed. That would be weird. Never mind how he was passed out with the wee plastic ball that housed a mutant messiah resting on his chest. THAT WAS NORMAL.

REALLY.

[[For the lemming!]]