Wade is, surprise surprise, actually doing a little work in his lot. Mostly it's just scrubbing bird crap off of cars and cleaning off the glass

Except, when he gets to wiping down the side mirrors of a Honda Odyssey he stops. Because there is something wrong with his face.

Wrong is the wrong word for it, though. It's fine. Perfect even. The kind of face that could be on the big screen of he wasn't such a colossal trashfire of a human being. Nevertheless, there's something wrong with it.

...Or maybe the problem is that it's right. Too right. And Wade can't get the idea out of his head that it shouldn't be.