Hank and Logan remained silent for awhile. Hank was wallowing in his own depression, trying to look for a bright side to what Logan had said. It almost felt cruel of Logan, but he knew that it wasn't meant to be hurtful. Logan had no idea. The fun of the trip was draining away, leaving only awkwardness. The horizon lost its beauty, and the feeling of Logan in his arms was only a reminder of how he could never have him. This was the closest Hank would ever get. Logan remained motionless, completely unaware of the turmoil Hank was putting himself through. The mountains were getting closer, and more and more farms were going by. Civilization was close. Hank mustered the courage to ask "Logan? Where are we going?"
"I told ya, it's a surprise."
"Logan. Please just tell me." All of the happiness had been drained from him.
"Well, it's about five minutes away. I think ya can wait." Hank slid back slightly away from Logan. There was no inspiration left. He couldn't even pretend. The next four minutes seemed to drag on forever. Hank tried to search for loopholes in what Logan had said, places where he could have been joking. But the Wolverine never jokes. Far away on the horizon some sort of building came into view. As they got closer, Hank could see that it was many buildings. Not buildings... rides.
"A theme park?"
"Yeah."
"You don't like theme parks."
"Well, I'm not a fan of them, but you've never been to one."
"I can't go here. I'm in my uniform."
"So am I."
"You're not covered in fur..."
"It's a mutant friendly theme park."
"That's ridiculous."
"I thought so too. The professor was telling us about it last week."
"Where was I?"
"In the infirmary I think, with the chicken pox kids."
"Oh. I see."
"Would you prefer to wear something else?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think I've got something you can wear in my pack."
"Where?"
"Under the seat. There's a storage place there."
"Oh." Hank really wasn't up for going to a theme park. Indeed he had always wanted to, but under the circumstances, he felt uncomfortable with the whole thing.
"Hank?"
"What?"
"You ok? You seem a little blue." His brow furrowed. "No pun intended." Logan smiled slightly, but Hank wasn't paying attention.

They made their way into the parking lot and parked as far away from the park as they could.
"Why'd you park so far?"
"So no one could see us change." Hank let go of Logan. His arms were cold without Logan in them. Logan hopped off the bike and put his hand out to assist Hank.
"I'm fine" Hank insisted. He lifted himself off the seat, only to have his foot catch the side. He toppled face first to the ground. Logan chuckled a bit. If Hank had a knife or a pistol, he would have killed himself right there from embarrassment. This was really turning into a shit day. Logan helped Hank up, and lifted the seat of the bike. Inside were a few water bottles, a beer and a small pile of folded clothes. Logan grabbed the pile of clothes and handed them to Hank.
"Try these."
"Right here?"
"Yeah. No one's looking."
"You sure these will fit me?"
"No, that's the point of trying them on." He couldn't argue with that. He slipped off his jacket and put on the undershirt first. It was slightly tight, but nothing to really complain about. The red over shirt was a perfect fit.
"Logan, can you turn around?"
"Sure." Logan turned to look at the theme park. Hank slipped off his leather pants and struggled into the wrinkled jeans as quickly as he could. Amazingly, they fit him as well. Logan turned and surveyed him closely.
"Looks good, blue." Hank felt good. Well, better. He was still wallowing in self pity, but the clothes gave him a slight confidence boost. He looked down at himself. He looked pretty good, and the tight undershirt only made him look more muscular. Not bad at all.
"What about you?"
"This." Logan reached for the zipper of his outfit and pulled it down. Underneath he was wearing dark jeans, and a plaid shirt.
"Why are you-?"
"I figured I'd be coming here today."
"Why would you figure that?"
"Well, I guess you could say I planned this."
"Planned? How so?"
"I really didn't want to train today. Also we haven't hung out one on one since the chicken pox outbreak. You've been too busy. Your depression just made it easier to convince you to come."
"But why here?" Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of paper. He handed one to Hank. It read 'ONE FREE ADMISSION' in big green letters.
"I won them in a poker game."
"You are so cheap."
"Just be glad you're here." Logan smiled and patted Hank on the back. The sun was at the top of the sky now. Logan grabbed the leather suits from the ground and put them into the seat. He closed it and locked it. "Let's go." Logan started to walk towards the gate. "You comin'?" he called without even looking back. Hank walked after him, feeling miserable.

They got to the gate. It was absurdly colourful, and it was beginning to give Hank a headache the longer he looked at it. The line was long and loud, with mostly mothers with their children. A few were different colors, greens and reds and blues. Hank felt better already.
"Excited?"
"I guess so..."
"You sound shitty. Is there no pleasing you?"
"There are many ways to please me."
"That's what she said."
"You're so immature."
"Yeah, but you love it." He was right. Hank loved it so much. They reached the front of the line. The lady in the booth was wearing a hat with a DNA strand on it and her shirt read 'were all equal' in cheesy pink letters.
"Welcome!" she said, alarmingly happy sounding. "Just the two of you gentlemen?" She wore a smile that the Joker would envy.
"Yup." Logan looked over at Hank and snickered. He gestured to the lady with his eyes. Hank wasn't the only one she was making uncomfortable. Logan handed her his ticket. Hank next. She looked at Hank and smiled.
"Oh, and do we have a mutant joining us?" she asked, more of a statement though.
"Yes we do" Logan retorted, half laughing by now. The Lady quickly reached into the drawer beside her and pulled out a large pin. She handed it to Hank.
"Wear this with pride" she almost screamed. He looked down at it. It had a picture of two DNA strands with faces holding hands. It read 'UNITED AS ONE' in green letters along the top.
"Uh, thanks. But I'd rather not."
"Nonsense!" Logan had walked over near a garbage can. He was laughing to himself, as though he had planned this too. Hank grabbed the pin from the woman, thanked her, and walked over to Logan.

"Aren't you gunna put it on?" he asked still laughing.
"No. Why didn't you get one?"
"I had the ticket that said human visitor."
"You're a jerk."
"I try." Logan smirked. Hank couldn't figure out what was so charming about him. He was always tricking him, and getting him into trouble. It was cute though, like he never grew up. A living Peter Pan. Hank dropped the pin into the garbage can. Logan went to fish it out, but Hank stopped him.
"Don't even..." Logan chuckled a bit more.
"So, where to?"
"I don't know. Is there a map?"
"Ugh" Logan grunted. "You and your maps. I guess you could ask that lady."
"Let's just wander."
"Good choice, blue." Logan headed towards the path to the bigger rides. Roller coasters, Ferris wheels and other extreme, not for children rides. Hank had never been on a ride before. He had never gone to a theme park, because of the ridicule he had to endure.
"Can we start with a slow ride?"
"Like what?" Hank surveyed the rides closely. The roller coaster was much too fast, the other rides seemed dangerous. Ferris wheel.
"That one. The Ferris wheel."
"Ferris wheel it is then." They began to head over to the ride. Mutant children ran amuck from ride to ride, screaming with excitement. It warmed Hanks heart, but at the same time, he was envious. He never had a place to go as a child. He never had much fun, only school.

The line for the Ferris wheel was short. They reached the front but were stopped by the ride operator. The ride was full. They had to wait for the next turn. This was exactly what Hank hoped wouldn't happen. This meant he had to stand alone with Logan again. It was different with others around, it took the edge off. But alone, he was the man Hank could never have. Hank looked up at the rotating ride, trying to ignore Logan. It hurt to think about. Less than an hour before, he couldn't have been happier. It's amazing how the mind can distort and change. The wheel had rust running down the arms, and the cars seemed to almost stick. He was making himself feel nauseous, but he didn't care. He felt Logan wrap his arm around his shoulder. The butterflies returned.
"Isn't it cool?"
"What is?"
"How it just goes. I know it's got an engine, and motors and stuff, but I always find it neat that it can constantly spin the same way. Wouldn't it have to unwind?" Hank didn't understand why that statement flowed over him like magic. The fact that Logan would question such a simple thing as a Ferris wheel almost made him seem naive. It was adorable.
"Well Logan, It doesn't unwind because it doesn't wind up in the first place."
"What?" Most would give up, saying Logan was simply stupid. Not Hank. Hank loved to teach Logan.
"It's the same as, well, if you were to spin a hula-hoop around a pole. It can just go, forever and ever."
"Oh." Logan looked back up at the wheel, completely mesmerized. Hank found himself staring again, but this time it was different. He wanted to know what Logan was thinking. What questions were going through his mind? What did he want to know? The wheel stopped, and three teenage girls piled out of the car before them. The man held the door open for them, and they stepped on. The door closed with a creek. Hank was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The ride seemed ready to fall apart right there. Logan sat next to him. The wheel started to go. Just the two of them? Alone? Hank was sure that they could pile more on. Too late. They spun until they reached the top, then they stopped.

"Hank?
"What?"
"Can I tell you something?" The sun shone off Logan's face, making him look angelic. Hank looked into Logan's eyes with longing, and thought to himself 'no, it's wishful thinking.'
"Go ahead."
"I've missed you." It's wishful thinking.
"How so?"
"Well, you've just been so busy, I barely see you."
"Oh. I've missed you too."
"Oh, and something happened when you were in the lab one day."
"What?"
"It's a secret."
"Tell me."
"I couldn't."
"Come on, who's going to hear?"
"Can I whisper it to you?"
"Sure, I like good gossip."
"Ok, but do you promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Promise."
"Good." Logan leaned to Hanks ear. The wind was soft and cooling, and the sun was just going behind the clouds. Everything seemed a little better than before, but it was still wishful thinking. Logan kissed Hank on the cheek softly, then sat back up. Hank stared forward, he couldn't speak. The butterflies went crazy inside him. All sorrow left instantly. Did it really just happen? He couldn't be sure.
"Sorry" Logan said quietly. Hank looked over to Logan. Logan had his hands in his lap, and he was looking at his feet.
"Sorry for what?" This wasn't happening. He must be dreaming.
"That... I just-" he was interrupted by Hanks lips against his. The two men held each other close, and kissed each other passionately. The sun came out from behind the clouds and illuminated them. Hank couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. He was sleeping. He was going to wake up soon. There was no possible way he could be kissing Logan. It was impossible. It was...was... Perfect. Logan tasted a bit like smoke, and his stubble felt rough against his face. He could feel Logan's hands running up and down his back. It lasted for only a few seconds. They both leaned back, breathing slightly heavier than usual. Hank looked over at Logan again. His lips glistened from being recently kissed.
"How long?"
"A while now..."
"Same."
"That was, well..."
"Amazing."
"Yeah. It was." Logan put his hand on Hanks lap, and leaned in again. The Ferris wheel began to spin again, taking them closer to the ground. They had their lips pressed together tightly, kissing each other hard. They intertwined their hands and continued to kiss. The Ferris wheel brought them around a few more times, but they didn't notice. They were both in another place mentally. Hank opened his eyes. He had to make sure it was real. He reached around Logan's back and pinched himself on the hand. It hurt slightly. He thought to himself 'wishful thinking my ass...'