Jamie's shoulders sagged a little. Physics and Nuclear Power were sure so there was no point in arguing.
Izzy. Chaos Theory. His little girl - their little girl. Chaos Theory. "It does make sense, I suppose, considering how..." he said, voice trailing off, eyes slightly glazed, as he recalled what he knew about the concept the baby apparently embodied.
With a soft groan Jamie pushed away from the desk and crossed his arms behind his neck. "Chaos Theory, huh?" He laughed softly to cover up the feeling of having the rug pulled from under his feet yet again.
It wasn't as bad as when Enola told him that she was pregnant. Catatonia was nowhere near him, he just felt a little bit dizzy.
"That's going to be... fun. I mean, you and I, taking care of little Chaos?"