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* @Wanda is walking through Xanadu with a shopping bag (clothing, not groceries) in hand. It surprises her how easy this place is to navigate, but then she has been here a while. And she's nearing home!
* Remy is - or was - PINpointing back to the house (which he hasn't seen in a solid two weeks), and ... for a moment, just kind of jumping around on one foot trying to get whatever godawful gore is on his right boot off. Doesn't sound like anybody's home just yet, though, which is great because it means his manly, graceful toppling over his long-discarded laundry basket (accompanied by swearing) is missed.
* @Wanda comes through the door blithely; she's not expecting anyone to be home, and is more preoccupied with taking off her coat and scarf than listening for sounds. Sometimes she wishes they had a dog or something but that might be a) too domestic and b) impractical. She heads up the stairs, humming a little, something Transian.
* Remy misses the first sound of Wanda's entrance by virtue of dragging his armored top off over his head; if nobody's around maybe he'll take a shower - but then he hears footsteps, and humming, and he grins. His gloves have barely hit the floor by the time he's out and near-tackling her on the landing into a hug that lifts her off the ground, laughing as he does it. “//That sounds beautiful, what is it?//” So his Transian's bad. It's a work in progress. (Surprise?)
* @Wanda doesn't quite 'yelp', it's not that undignified, but there is definitely a gasp. Both at the surprise, and at being *lifted from the ground*, and, you know, Remy. In their house. Her eyes are wide, and then when she exhales again, it's tinged with laughter. "Remy!" She presses him closer for another hug, longer this time. "-Are you back for a while now? You will at least stay long enough to catch me up, won't you? I've more than a few things to tell *you*, and you look like you've had quite an adventure yourself-" All in rapidfire Transian, and then she pauses, smile touched with sheepishness, and switches to English. "...well, I missed you."
* Remy just laughs at first, because that's his first reaction to everything good - and she is, uniquely, brilliantly good - and because her sudden explosion of speech (that he can only half make out) is, well. Adorable. He doesn't let her down as she talks, and instead just plunks her on the stair railing, so he can keep his arms around her and be eye level. Before he answers, he kisses her, even though he's covered in several days of sweat and dried seawater and fuck knows what else. “You don't say.” (His voice, always so carefree, has that shade to it, the one where he's feeling something quieter and more sincere.)
<@Wanda> Kissing is a very good distraction! She folds her hands together at the nape of his neck for that, quiet and heated. When he's pulled back enough to speak, she gives him her little smile (she has so many, some of them that say 'I'm fine' when they know she's not, some of them real and soft like this) he's gotten to know over the past year. Wanda pulls him back in for *another* kiss by...her knees at his waist, look, they are grown-ups and she's missed him and nobody's pretending this relationship is chaste. When that's been searched out to its full extent, some...minutes later, however, she pulls back a little, pauses, and says, with a puzzled expression: "...saltwater?" WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN.
<@Remy> Oh that is *just fine*, and Remy holds her tight and thinks little stray and pleasant thoughts like maybe that shower can wait, or maybe he can haul Wanda in there, or - oh hey. A brief moment of silence, then: “Hm.” He arches one eyebrow, droll, and his expression, wordless, is clear as day: I am a bad influence on you, and it has now backfired. “In the ocean.” … Gambit.
* @Wanda neatly sneaks one hand up to pinch his side a little, but she's smiling. And just giving him that look that says one way or another, she's gonna find out about *that* particular escapade. "And here I didn't know you were so...seafaring."
<@Remy> “Sharks are assholes.” It's a very straightforward announcement, though he still sounds cheerful. “I've been with Laura, still. It's been... interesting.” He doesn't want to lie to her, and he fully intends to tell her about everything (even Sinister), but the thought if it right now, exhausted and dirty and with her in his arms again, *finally*, is just making the wires in his brain fizzle out uncomfortably. So to hell with that. “Tell me how you been, chere-” he reaches up to touch her face, stops because he knows he's grimy, redirects to push his hair back, discovers his hair is gross- and gives up and laughs.
<@Wanda> She'll ask later. There's always something -- sometimes it's fun to be out there adventuring, but there are those little dark notes, unavoidable parts of the world. Wanda is learning to accept them instead of rejecting them or trying to fix every single one with her own hands and magic, but it's harder when they touch someone she loves. "I've been..." Not fine, not okay, not her routine lying words. "I've been improving," she settles on, "and I've done rather a lot of investigation into magic. Xanadu's library is nearly infinite, and so are its resources. But that can wait, can't it? I should give you a chance to clean up...and maybe you'd like something to eat?" Place your bets now on whether she ends up in that shower anyway through them being themselves.
* Remy lets her pause and talk; waiting out the honest answers with Wanda is always worth it, and he can be shockingly patient, when he wants to be. *Improving * is the best he can hope for, now, and that she's been busy and doesn't seem any less vibrant (as if she could just vanish without him around, as if he's important in that way - he knows it's not like that, but he still worries, in his own roundabout way) makes up for all the lack of sleep and shark-mauling. “Both of those sound great,” he says, and squeezes her side, comforting. He really is happy to see her, and so well. And then he cocks his head, smiling a particular smile. “I didn't mess up your clothes too bad just now, no?” Sucker bet.
<@Wanda> She'll tell him everything eventually, it's true; giving them a little time to acclimate isn't a bad idea, though. She squirms forward a little on the stair railing's ledge. It's not the most comfortable perch, but it's not bad, and 'til now she hardly noticed, due to being distracted. "Oh, not at all. And regardless, they come off," she says, breezily.
<@Remy> “Is that so.” (Yeah, the coy act, like anyone believes that.) He pulls her into his arms again, lifting her up and supporting her easily. “Hey. I missed you too.” And this is the perfect moment to detour, right? Right. He's gotten so used to touch again, with her - it's like another life.
<@Wanda> Later, she's in the mirror, absently looking for her not-too-messed-up clothes (striped little top that manages to cling without being tight, dark-red cropped trousers, sandals--no, she'll leave the sandals for now, in the house) in her reflection. Her hair is wet, and she runs her hand through it with a rueful little shake of her head. "I knew that was going to happen as soon as I saw you." Yeah she started it anyway. "Where are my--oh, there."
* Remy is in no hurry for Wanda to find her clothes, and thus offers no help - he's very relaxed, but that doesn't mean he can't prefer the aesthetics this way, still. “So that's why you're always so happy to see me.” He steals a kiss as he meanders by, leaning over her shoulder to capture the side of her mouth, brief and companionable. He isn't quite used to his bizarre not-quite-a-healing-factor recovery time, and the urge to check himself over once again for remaining wounds is a strong one that he only barely manages to ignore. Shorts, shorts... does he have anything clean left here? Ffffuu...
<@Wanda> "That and you can reach the tallest shelves," she says, sagely. "You might like to try the second laundry basket, by the way." They are so domestic. She fixes her hair a little bit, but it's going to be its full curly wildness (she had it tamed down to 'moderately wavy' before, the water killed that) when it dries. At least it won't frizz up. "I will meet you downstairs--Donna will be thrilled to see you, by the way."
<@Remy> “Thank you, baby.” He flashes her a smile and then looks - oh, hey, clean laundry (under his jacket) that he'd never put away. Excellent. “She still in one piece?” He's probably calling to Wanda in the hall, by then; when he makes his way downstairs he's in a pair of beat up jeans and a t-shirt, and he yawns as he walks, scrubbing a hand over his face and through his damp hair.
<@Wanda> "I think she's got a girlfriend," Wanda calls back, "so that's certainly something new." Once downstairs, she's doing that thing some women do when they can't quite reach what they're trying to get on a top shelf -- one foot leaves the ground and her leg bends at the knee, lower lip caught between her teeth. But she manages! POT ACQUIRED. "Where's Laura?"
<@Remy> “A what?” Girlfriend, really? Not that he cares about the girl part, it's the *girlfriend* part. “She's not like a thousand years old, is she?” TOWER: HE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN. “Sleeping, I hope. We got business in Madripoor. S'been, you know. Madripoorian.” Meaning insane. Of course. “You cooking?” He'll totally eat instant noodles, you know.
<@Wanda> "Not as far as I know." Of course, Wanda probably wouldn't react quite as Remy would. "And yes. Do you happen to have any requests?" She is not making instant noodles. REAL FOOD B| It won't take her long, she's got chicken and pasta if he has no preference.
<@Remy> “Whatever's callin' to you,” he tells her, easy. He knows she won't make instant noodles. It speaks to his tiredness that he gets a glass of water instead of a beer, though after he downs half of it he comes up behind her, resting his hands on her hips and watching her work. “Did it rain much out here?” Through the kitchen window, he appraises the yard. It's so very ordinary, and for them, alien. (He'll talk about it in a minute. Really.)
<@Wanda> "Some. It was nice, actually." Of course she loves the rain. When she's got the noodles sorted in the pot, she pauses, leaning back against him, tipping her head back against his shoulder. This is, sometimes she realizes very suddenly all over again, the sort of life she wanted; not too suburban, but not constant chaos, either. Now is one of those times, and seeing him brings it back stronger. "I went for a walk in it."
<@Remy> It's a fantasy they share, though Remy - Gambit, he has to remind himself, so that he doesn't get complacent, even in his own head - has long since set it aside. He knows better, and that knowledge makes these moments even more surreal. But it's a good sort of surreal. “I'm sorry I missed it.” Because that sounds nice. “Ororo says hi.” You know, since Bobby dimed them out, and all.
<@Wanda> She turns enough to set the noodles on to boil, chicken in the oven, all of the relevant cooking-related details taken care of for the next twenty minutes or so. That way when she turns to face Remy, leaning back against the counters, she's not distracted. "Does she? Well, I say hello back." She's not sure how she feels about people knowing, but Ororo's all right. "No one else knows, do they? Not my father, I hope..."
<@Remy> Stormy is definitely all right, and also the *only* person that Remy responds to if the subject of Wanda is brought up - and even then, he's had to shut his friend out on more than one occasion. Any of that, though, is brushed aside in the wake of her followup. For a moment, Remy says nothing, and a peculiar expression passes over his face, one that Wanda (fortunately) doesn't have much experience with. It is obviously, not-so-deceptively blank, like he's just had to do some kind of mental doorslam on a real reaction. “No,” he says, in a measured tone, “Your father doesn't know.”
<@Wanda> ...that is certainly a reaction. Her expression is searching; she knows they have history, has seen some of it in his memory, but this is particularly different. Not reacting at all is very telling with someone as expressive as Remy. "Good," she murmurs, "I've wondered what new damage he's been inflicting, and we don't need to give him a target."
<@Remy> “He's been an acting member of the X-Men.” It's not so much deadpan as it is carefully emotionless; that Wanda knows how much emotion does lurk there is no secret, and he's not stripping his reaction to hide from her - it's just difficult, for a hundred reasons.
<@Wanda> "What--" She feels, inexplicably, betrayed; she knows she wasn't properly one of them, but after everything he's done, how rarely he expresses any regret for it--how could they accept him as one of them? And it must be ten times worse for Remy, who was part of their team. She shakes her head for a second, mute. It's genuinely shocking, and she uses the coping mechanism of thinking about how things are different here, takes eight seconds (she counts down til she feels better), and then exhales. "They'll regret that. Not today, perhaps. But eventually. And they should know better."
* Remy stays quiet for those long seconds (it feels like ages), and he rests his hands on her sides, grounding - and somewhat guilty. He wasn't prepared for that topic, and he shouldn't have been so blunt and quick. The only other option would have been a clumsy lie, he knows, and with all they've been through, he can't do that to her. Still... “I know.” Better than most. “Wanda...” he raises his hands to hold her face, and meets her eyes. “I ain't ever gonna let him find you.” There aren't many promises that he can make and hope to keep. This, he is absolutely certain, is one that he can.
<@Wanda> She tilts her face into his hands, her smile faint but not fake. "I know. But I'm not afraid of what he could do to me, you see; it's what he does to people's relationships...he twists things so terribly well, and they don't recover after that." She knows because she inherited that ability. "I love you, and I won't let him destroy anything else in my life. Especially not this." There's a note of fierceness there. This is, after all, the girl who stripped him of his powers and his actual mouth at one point; Magneto should be afraid of his oldest daughter.
<@Remy> There are so many things to say to that, to reflect on; she's right, of course, and he knows it so damn well. Magneto has ruined lives like a plague, but he's always had a special side for Gambit. Maybe it's he just hits a nerve, maybe it's Rogue - whatever it is, he can't think of it right now, as he's pre-occupied by scrolling through in his head and replaying Wanda's little speech, there. He trips over that bit, the 'I love you' part, the quick phrase that's making his brain go all blue screeny, because this may not be a dramatic moment of declaration, but she did indeed slip that in there, and he did indeed notice. (Deer-in-headlights is kind of a funny look for a guy with eyes like his, but he manages it.)
<@Wanda> She sort of had a feeling this would be part of his reaction. It wasn't accidental that when she said it, there was no declarative tone; that would make a lot of men startle, and a lot of men don't have Remy LeBeau's past. Wanda gives him a quiet little look, that half-smile (almost all her real smiles have that sad note to them), and touches his arm. "You don't have to say it back. But I wanted to. Don't let it take you too aback."
<@Remy> Remy LeBeau's past plays in here, yes, but only because it's so much a part of his present. He has a slightly disorienting moment in which he thinks that surely they'd only just decided to live in moments in between and hold no illusions but, god, that was over a *year* ago. (Meanwhile, he'd be surprised if she can't *hear* the wheels turning in his head.) “Love don't scare me, Wanda,” he says, finally, and though his voice is hushed it's not stilted; he doesn't waiver. “I just... didn't expect to be worth yours. I...” .. Suck at this, his silence provides. Some Casanova. So instead he kisses her, plain and close and honest, and holds her like he might never get to again.
<@Wanda> She folds her arms around him and stays right there, close. They hang onto each other, that's just how things have taken shape--they only decided to let what was happening naturally continue, really, neither of them were ever looking for this. Nothing about relationships is easy. They're work, both of them know that. And no one is saying everything about this one is easy, either; they have their moments, their difficulties external and internal. But Wanda wonders if both of them were in relationships, prior to this, that had so much chaos and so much struggle that they forgot things should be good and even easy, fit together naturally, at least some of the time. She knows she did, after all that pain to reach Vision.
<@Remy> There's no small amount of healing in this relationship, on either side; she's accurate in her wonder, because his last was Rogue, who is a beautiful and wonderful woman that, while she did not manage to break Remy, did leave him with some impressive fractures spiraled around his heart and soul. He worries that he's somehow tricked Wanda into this, because it's too good to be true - he lies like breathing, he's kept her here, certainly some of it's his fault, having led her here - but he can't think like that, can he? He holds her closer and buries his face in her hair. It's a high-wire act, balancing between what he wants and what he fears and the absurdity of the notion that he might have somehow lured Wanda to this decision against her will and his depressing, chaotic track record. The inherent sadness of the fact that his life has conditioned him towards every response besides happiness doesn't strike him. (And yet he *is * happy, in some tiny corner of himself, even if it's vicious and selfish.) Before the silence can draw on for too long, he sits back so he can look at her again, faint but true smile on his face. “You sure ain't losin' me now, belle.”
<@Wanda> "Good." It's decisive. (Because if she did, she'd have to track him down, and boy, would that cause a stir.) Wanda arches up onto her toes to kiss him once more, a little bitey about it this time. "How long can you stay?"
<@Remy> Nobody's ever come after him before. Not like that. He'd probably bluescreen all the way into a coma. (Okay, not funny.) Remy chases her kiss and brushes their noses together, playful, smiling wider now. Some part of him is starting to feel a little giddy, too, but he thinks the exhaustion and sudden, brief emotional roller-coaster are doing their part to aid that one. “Early mornin', maybe. Somebody's screwin' around with the Weapon X program again.”
<@Wanda> She tsks quietly--people never learn. "That will end very well for them, I'm sure -- it makes me miss being out in the field." While she knows she's not ready for 24/7 Avengers duty again...can't blame a girl for missing what she loved for well over a decade. "And I'm glad I get you for the night, then."
* Remy nabs his glass of water and drains the rest, rolling his eyes meanwhile. “Tell me about it, Laura's gonna nick all their heads off like dandelions - er.” Oh really, sir. “You ever think about doin' much work here?” He's glad he gets the night, too, even if he's probably going to end up dead asleep for most of it. He slides an arm around her middle again, and thinks about Sinister. Damn.
<@Wanda> "I might. The obstacles are different, though...and, well. I'm so used to having a team. But perhaps a little independence would suit me. Oh, and you really ought to bring Laura by here sometime." She knows Laura isn't really miss socialization, but that doesn't bother her.
* Remy nudges her knee with his. "I'm here for you, you know." He can be very easily put to work, madam. ... Later, anyway, when he's not chasing Laura around. He smiles, then, something a bit softer. "She's a real good kid. Nobody back there sees her right."
<@Wanda> "What do they see?" She's forming some interesting opinions of how the X-Men view people. (Let's be real, it's probably because Emma is there warping everything.) She smiles at him back, too -- she knows he's there, and she's glad of it.
<@Remy> "They see somebody they can use. It's different." To an extent, there's always been an element of use, with the X-Men, even when Xavier was running the show way back when, but it's never been like this. "Scott don't see what he did wrong, putting her on his kill squad. Or even makin' a kill squad." He shakes his head, smiles something bitter. "But he's above reproach, no? Nobody ever gonna have that conversation and get anywhere. Laura... they can't see her as anybody who ain't Logan. Because she don't act like him down to a T, they don't know what to do."
<@Wanda> Putting Laura on a kill squad strikes her as reinforcing the girl's already warped experiences -- how can you tell someone that they're safe now, that this is a better place for them, and then ask them to do exactly the same thing they were doing before? Wanda's expression twists in disdain for that particular methodology. It's been a long time since she's run a team, but she thinks Laura must be about Billy and Tommy's age, maybe even younger. "I don't know if he was always like that. I think he's changed--become colder, somehow. More bureaucratic." In Jean's absence, perhaps. "Is Logan there for her at all?"
* Remy makes a noise like agreement - he blames Emma halfway, but the rest is all on Summers, who's always been a dick, in his opinion. He's just got somebody who enables it, now. "He tries to be," Remy says, of Logan. "I think he means well." For all their tangled up issues, he doesn't hate Wolverine. He also doesn't begrudge him his failures with Laura. He isn't obligated towards her in any way, not as some kind of parental figure and not as a leader. That he tried and continues to try, with a genuine spirit, is more than most can say. "I could go on all day to try and psychoanalyze that son of a bitch, but it wouldn't do no good. Maybe Laura scares him. Who knows."
<@Wanda> "He's complicated, that one. But we all are -- I've heard a very little about what's gone on through what other people have said, and last I heard, he wanted me dead." She shrugs one shoulder. "I'm sure he isn't the only one."
* Remy makes a face, but - for now - doesn't comment. He could scream for hours on that subject, and would have even if he'd never met Wanda. It's fine to employ - and GLORIFY - the White Queen and Magneto, but they're going to *kill an Avenger?* Great, Logan. That's just. Great. He just refills is water and gives Wanda A Look about her blase sense of self-worth. "Yeah, well. He's a shitty parental stand-in." So there.
<@Wanda> The oven dings, and she...pretends not to have seen that look (two steps forward, one step back) when she turns to stir the noodles a bit and then get things ready. "He should be glad Laura is with you." Now she knows Logan might disagree, but...too bad.
<@Remy> A squeeze to her side is the only extended commentary on her obvious dodge, there, but he lets it slide. He knows when to pick his battles. "Oh hell yeah, we gonna have some fuuuun when he finds out about all that." A grin. (...Wait, Logan doesn't know? Oh, god..) "She's doin' good though. I like her. She's funny." Uh.
<@Wanda> "That's not something she got from Logan, then." Ahem. Wanda gets plates and bowls and silverware out. "How much do you want?"
* Remy laaauuughs. "Whatever you're not gonna eat." ... Look.
* @Wanda laughs a little, too, shaking her head. Yeah, she's used to this by now. "How long has it been since you've had real food?"
<@Remy> "We ain't out camping, it's just been, you know, busy." So a couple of days, probably - fast food, vending machines, skipping it entirely to save time... shit happens when you're on underground missions. He hovers a little, goofing off and making eyes about being hungry, but really he's just using it as an excuse to poke at her affectionately. Wanda Maximoff, welcome to your life.
<@Wanda> He does, in fact, get smacked with a spoon at one point. JUST A LITTLE. ...then she gives him his food. "Go and sit down, you're like a starved puppy."
* Remy makes a dramatic wounded noise but just grins as he takes his plate and evacuates to the living room. Ugh, real food. For a moment he considers NOT just inhaling it, but his stomach seems to have other plans. When she joins him (because she IS joining him, right?) he looks up, gesturing with his fork. "Do you realize how fucking amazing you are? Inquirin' minds."
* @Wanda normally would eat her meals at the table, but she doesn't mind the change-up. The inquiry makes her tilt her head, smiling at him. "Am I, now? I hadn't realized my cooking was that impressive." She pats his knee while she settles down with her own bowl. "Thank you, though."
<@Remy> "I'm serious." And he is, too. "I just rolled up covered in god knows what after fighting insane clones and pirates, dragged you into the shower, and you made me dinner. You are so outta my league, belle." He's laughing a little in a dazed, affectionate way - he is still very much exhausted and kind of *reeling*; she said she loved him. Don't mind him, he's just having A Moment, it'll pass in a second.
<@Wanda> "You say that like I in any way object to being dragged into the shower," she teases, but she quiets after a moment, watching him sidelong with a fond look in her eyes. "This makes me happy." She likes...sort of taking care of him, in a way; they both go in and out, him more than her for obvious reasons lately, but they can come home to each other. Simple things like this mean a lot when you're a mutant.
<@Remy> "That's part of the amazing thing," he says, his smile turning a bit more mischievous. All joking aside, it's nice to be wanted, just like this, without any guilt or frustration. Maybe he didn't realize just how tangled up his head had gotten, before. But it's all just so normal he doesn't really know what to do with it. He pauses, on the brink of speaking but unable to settle on which words. Finally, his voice muted with sincerity: "Thank you."
* @Wanda pauses, since he's in the midst of eating -- she hasn't actually started yet -- and rests her bowl between her knees for just a second (it's cute, this balancing act). She leans over to kiss his cheek, briefly, and that's all that needs be said. She could tell him she's not giving him anything he doesn't deserve, but they both have self-worth issues there.
* Remy smiles, soft, and is content to eat the rest of his meal in relative silence - though he does comment here and there on the weather, the state of the house, space whales, whatever; it's quiet *for him*, and he talks softly and without the drawling or energetic effect most people have come to expect from him, but that Wanda has surely grown accustomed to, by now. When he's done he sets his dishes on the coffee table and leans back on the sofa, resting one hand on Wanda's opposite side, relaxed. If nobody knew better, they'd look perfectly domestic.
<@Wanda> When she sets her dishes down, she tucks herself against his side, head on his shoulder. "How long do you think this quiet will last?"
<@Remy> "It don't ever last long enough," he sighs, "Or it lasts so long we go nuts. Best not think about that part, no?" He winds his arm around her, kisses her temple. It's better just to enjoy what they have, when they have it. Plans are one thing, but dwelling... they've both lived through enough to know not to waste an opportunity.
<@Wanda> "Our luck isn't that good." She's silent for another interval. "Sometime in the next few months, I'll take another trip back to our world. Not for very long, but I'd like to check in there and see what else I've missed."
* Remy makes a slightly pained noise that's more in line with his typical OH THE DRAMA behavior, and flops back on the sofa, taking her with him, captive. Ha-HA. No. "You're better off without it, believe you me." He sighs, knowing he can't put this off for too much longer. "Some folks just ... keep comin' back."
* @Wanda doesn't even make a protesting noise; she just acclimates herself as they move. "That's how these things seem to go -- we're never really shot of anyone for especially long." She shifts to look at his expression. "Is there anyone in particular I should be aware of?"
<@Remy> "I'm hoping it's settled this time," he says as a disclaimer - he's not on high alert, or anything. "But by now it's just... it keeps happening. I gotta wonder... I said they tryin' to run Weapon X again, yeah? It's sick. Nabbin' kids..." He shakes his head. They're all familiar with that whole brand of bullshit. "And you know, I never thought they'd ever quite hooked up, no matter what he wanted out of it. I never figured they'd really let a mutant in on the side behind the mirrors. Whoever they got now must be some kinda desperate." Remy closes his eyes and rubs a hand over his forehead. There isn't much that frightens him. Death doesn't do it. Pain is a joke. The idea of more kids living like he lived, however... "Sinister had a whole cache of children out in the desert. Before he died he implanted his memory and DNA into a woman as a sleeper countermeasure. We found her. He woke up."
<@Wanda> That is both so, so deeply fucked up and so /Sinister/ in its bizarreness. She straightens up just a little to stare at Remy, sympathetic and horrified. "He put himself into some woman's /body/? That's..." Violating, to begin with. And those children... "You saw him."
<@Remy> "She weren't no saint to begin with," he says, and it's too resigned to be properly re-assuring. Nothing about that facility or anyone in it was okay. "Sure did. Nearly blew my head off, for kicks." But he was kept in a cage after, for ... reasons he doesn't want to think about. Thank God (or Jean, maybe?) for Laura. "The host tried to boot him out of her body into Laura's but it backfired. She's dead, and I hope this means he is, too. But who knows how many people are out there... still asleep." With *him* inside their heads. Remy exhales, trying not to feel sick thinking about it.
<@Wanda> It's clever of Sinister, and hideous, too. There could be dozens of bodies with him inside, waiting to resume his work. Wanda shivers a little at the thought, and reaches to press her hand to Remy's shoulder. It's got to be worse for him, with all that history with Sinister. "It'd be difficult to track them down." Not impossible, but a hell of a terrible mission. "And you're all in one piece, it seems, you didn't get hurt?" Surprise healing factor!
* Remy knows just how difficult it would be to look, but he's going to - finding the core of this new Weapon X program will help. He can't leave it to anyone else to follow up with this. "I'm tougher than I look, no?" He tries for a smile there, and squeezes her closer. (Hah.. hahhhh. Oh, god.)
<@Wanda> "Tough enough to carry me around like I weigh nothing, I've noticed." He picks her up a lot; she likes it. The conversation is one she'll let slide for now, but it'll weigh on her mind a bit, and she might have more questions later.
<@Remy> "Well it ain't nothing, but it's a good something," he says, a breathy sort of laugh in his voice. It's only a little teasing - he likes that she lets him. He hopes she doesn't hold his silence on the issue of his powers against him - he's unsure, in so many ways, and she's already so caught up with her own. He can only take so much fragility of his own person.
<@Wanda> "I'm glad you think so." She sits up a bit, trying to fix her hair (this won't last), shaking the curls out. "Tired?"
<@Remy> Hey, where are you going. "Ah..." He tries for half a moment to produce something flippant and macho, but gives up, his expression sheepish. "Yeah."
<@Wanda> "I thought so. Well, you aren't sleeping on the couch." She stands up, and reaches for his hand.
* Remy makes a theatrical, anguished noise at the prospect of getting up, of course. But he does rise, and he does take Wanda's hand, though instead of letting her yank on his arm, the stands under his own power and just laces their fingers together, squeezing. "You gonna take me to bed, baby?" Oh, shut up.
<@Wanda> "Yes," she says, airily, "to /sleep/." You already got laid today, Remy. "It's strange to think how long we've had this place, isn't it?"
<@Remy> As if he'd have energy for anything else right now, anyway. But ego knows no bounds... or, well, his trolling. He thinks to himself that it's a good thing he's long since gotten over that too-typical male insecurity about taking comfort in just being with someone, or this might be weird. Instead, he's pretty damn pleased, at the moment. "It really is," he agrees, and looks out through the front windows as they walk, remembering what everything looked like when he'd first started to crash here. "It's nice, though. Having a home base." Someone who's lived a less chaotic life might have just said *home*, but... X-Men, what can you do.
<@Wanda> "It's also somewhat lamentable that it's safer here than New York," she says, but she smiles when she sighs, so it's just rueful. They end up in her room, mostly because it's convenient.
<@Remy> "I been to some active volcanoes that're safter'n New York," he remarks, wry. (Seriously, what did New York ever do to the universe?) "This ain't way too early for you to be crashing, is it?" Well, he knows it probably is, anyway.
<@Wanda> "I could sleep," she says, truthfully, "I might just leave you to it, though--I should clean a little..." Yes, now that he's home for a bit, she wants to clean. You can take the girl out of Roma territory, but you can't make her forget where she was raised.
* Remy laughs, because.... really, Wanda. "That can wait." Life's too short, he seems to say - or at least, breaks in which he can dodge in and out of dimensions are. He pulls her close again and kisses her, not heated or sexual, just soft, something - private, pointed. "Stay here a bit, no?"
<@Wanda> That's hard to say no to. She leans into him just a little (it's not that it's been *so* long, but she's learned to appreciate these moments as precious), and nods. "Wake me before you leave?"
<@Remy> "Of course, belle." He smiles, and nudges her towards the bed before pulling his shirt off over his head. He almost feels bad, but he sprung for a proper hotel instead of a roadside dump, for Laura, since he knew he'd be zipping back here.
* @Wanda would have put Laura up in a second, but...Laura might prefer a little privacy. Also not having to hear them. Wanda wears a tank top and underwear to bed, and after pulling the top over her head, glances back at Remy over her shoulder, with a small smile. And decides that when he does wake her, she'll send him off on a high note. (For good luck.) "Good night." And now, bed.