It's as though all the blood in his body has turned to ice. His heart bounces up somewhere inside his throat, and in a complete reflexive reaction, Wade jerks his head up to look at Jesse and thumps his head a damn good one on the underside of the bed.

"Wha-- ow! Fuck!"

He rises to his feet, clutching his head, where he has no doubt there'll be a pretty nasty goose egg for the next few minutes or so. He can't really fault Jesse for coming to this conclusion-- how could he? Jesse had only recently dragged Wade up from rock bottom, and that sort of addiction didn't just go away within a few days of someone finding out about it. Wade can feel the thirst even now-- faint but monstrously potent, like the first few days before a full-blown attack of the flu. His tongue darts out to lick his lips-- a nervous habit-- as he thinks of the bottle hidden underneath the floorboards; that seductive ambrosia that calls to him even now.

Wade's voice is conciliatory; contrite.

"Listen, I know this looks incredibly sketch right now, but it's not what you think, I swear! I just--"

He breaks off before he can reveal anything more. "There's just... something that I really need to find right now. That's all."