Not regularly. But sometimes. Not like it'll kill me. [He's already got the cancer anyway, so it's not like this would make it worse. Wade reaches out to take one.] Normally I'm more of a cocaine kinda guy.

[He might be joking. With him, it is sometimes hard to tell. Wade puts the cigarette in his mouth and leans dangerously close to his made fire to light it.] It was something. Stopped him from doing something he'd regret, too. It felt... good.

[Made the whole hero-ing thing actually make sense to him. Even if he'll never been good at most of it.]

So... you've hurt someone you cared about? [That is the implication, and Wade hadn't missed it.]