He'd had Onslaught peek into his head and attempt to siphon the incredible energy reserves stored in his body. He'd exploded once and become nothing but a random assortment of psionic particles that then coalesced into a replica of his former self before his control snapped. He'd been sucked into a magical dimension with fairies and gnomes and dragons to recover Cassidy Keep for God's sake.
Surely he'd encountered stranger things than being expected to stay at an abandoned palace in the middle of a jungle somewhere -- and maybe some
when -- beyond identification.
As he stared around his room, though, he had to seriously wonder what exactly
was stranger.
So far during this lovely holiday the X-Men had apparently involved him in, he'd spent most of his time hovering over Paige -- from a distance, of course, lest she get mad and start in on her feminist "I don't need your help" rhetoric. He was well aware of that, but he was also...well. He still cared about her. In any world. In addition, she was much younger and presumably more inexperienced than the Paige he was familiar with.
Besides. He wouldn't admit it to himself -- and he damn sure wouldn't admit it to her, not without full bloody body armor, thanks -- but he missed this Paige: the sweet fresh-off-the-farm girl he'd fallen so hopelessly for what seemed like a lifetime ago. He still would do anything for her, true; even if she was dating Warren, and wearing clothes she wouldn't have been caught dead in before, and generally acting like a know-it-all snob, and even if he'd told himself repeatedly that they were better off going separate ways, he knew deep down that he would still die for her. Having
this Paige here as a reminder of what he might have had,
could have had, if he hadn't been so horrified of himself and his powers and his "talent" for hurting everyone he touched...well. That was a bit too much for someone even with the healthiest psyche to handle, now wasn't it?
So he'd given up hovering for the time being and moved to the front steps, quietly taking in the scenery. It was nice, as far as jungles went. Not that he had a whole lot of experience in rating jungles or anything, but judging from a lifetime of movies and television shows, it was up there. Not quite as clean and path-ridden as on TV, though, which was disappointing.
This, if he could borrow one of Jubilee's phrases, managed to both blow
and suck.