"Okay, then," he echoed, matching her smile, however slight, with one of his own. He felt about as relaxed as she looked just then, which, he supposed, spoke of some sort of progress. Generally speaking, Jamie Madrox was not a man who felt relaxed, so much as restless.
"So... I'm gonna put on a different pair of pants, 'cause of What-a-Mess, here," he said, gesturing at Richards who had scampered under the bed. "And, uh, maybe then we can go grab breakfast or something? If you want."
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Date: 2010-02-24 07:11 am (UTC)"So... I'm gonna put on a different pair of pants, 'cause of What-a-Mess, here," he said, gesturing at Richards who had scampered under the bed. "And, uh, maybe then we can go grab breakfast or something? If you want."