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It's strange how good the sleep is when you get there by crying yourself into exhaustion. It's something I've done more than once. Even as a kid, I didn't like crying in front of people. I guess it became habit, saving it all up. I'm sure some people would argue it's not healthy, but if it spares me from insomnia, I'll take that trade off. Remembering the conversation I had with Jamie last night is surreal- the first time he'd spoken to me in a week and it had to be while I was disoriented and drained. Waking up this morning, much better rested than I probably should be, I've got it in my mind to try again, or at least get a straight answer out of him. He doesn't do the other thing as well as I do.

Except he's not here.

"Son of a bitch," Layla murmured, pulling on her denim capris and a tanktop different than the one she'd slept in. She toed on her flip flops and pushed the front door open, frowning to herself, ready to make a pretty rapid beeline for the compound, and stopped short.

"...Good morning."

There he was. She stood corrected.

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This is the moment where the music swells and the two leads kiss. The end credits are already waiting to roll. This is also the moment I realize my life isn't a movie.

"Then I don't need you to leave."

He rested his hand against her shoulder to move her to the side. Then, with Richards at his heels, he brushed past her, and into the hut.

Edited 2010-02-24 06:07 (UTC)

She stood quietly in the doorway where she'd been placed staring at the space he'd been in.

"So, just for clarity's sake," she said, "as long as I'm amenable to starting a physical relationship whenever you're ready, I'm welcome here."

The question caught him so off-guard that he tripped over the damn dog. He caught himself, barely, against the desk piled high with books, and he turned to look at her, his expression almost comical in its horror.

"What?" he said, holding up his hands to stop her. "No, no, no, no, no, that's not-- Okay, that's exactly what it sounded like, but-- I asked you to stay here because you're a friend, Layla, not because I wanted to get in your pants. If you'd said yes, my answer would've been the same. I just needed to know, either way, that's all."

Edited 2010-02-24 06:23 (UTC)

Layla stared at him for a few seconds without anything shifting in her expression before she closed her eyes and let out the breath she'd been holding. When she opened them again she was smiling, wryly and only slightly, but she looked more relaxed than she had been since her arrival.

"Well, okay, then." Dufus. Was that so hard?

"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."

Layla smiled more, and nodded.

"Sounds good."