There was a moment where Jamie froze -- in multiple senses of the word, for that matter -- his arms wrapped around his torso at an attempt to get warm, as he became quite still. Every time he'd been on this kind of trip in the past, it had been to someone's version of home. Seattle with Meredith. Xavier's with Rogue. Given that there was no evidence, yet, that anyone else tagged along, he was left to work under the assumption that Latveria was home to either himself or Layla, and it took all of a second to eliminate the former as an option. This, of course, begged the question of why in the world Layla would expect to end up in Latveria in the first place, a query that was concerning for a number of reasons, not least of which being Dr. Doom, whose guest suite, Jamie realized, they were probably in.
"Sorry," said Jamie, haltingly, after a noticeable beat. "I think I'm still reeling from the fake marriage proposal, you wanna run that one by me again?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:48 am (UTC)"Sorry," said Jamie, haltingly, after a noticeable beat. "I think I'm still reeling from the fake marriage proposal, you wanna run that one by me again?"