"Look, Peter, a sunrise, isn't it romantic?!"
Wade opened his arms, as if trying to embrace the rising sun. He felt amazing, invincible even, standing there on the rooftop with Peter, the city waking up beneath them. He turned around to face Peter, a wild grin splitting his face, and urged him to just look.
"Wade, I'm covered in dirt, sand, and bird poo, I think, and I don't want to think about all the places in my body that Flint flipping Marko is right now, and you're talking to me about romantic?"