He had been alone with himselves. Who: Madrox & Xavier What: Talk of the future... and a good bit of disbelief. When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Xavier's office The past few days had been miserable for Jamie, of that there was no question. His mourning had been brief, but intense. At least he had not been alone. Well. He had been alone, but he had been alone with himselves. For anyone else, that would probably be incorrect English and logic, but Jamie just happened to be the Multiple Man, and that made a difference. They... he... had spent the time thinking, reflecting, rebuilding. Madrox could have fallen utterly apart, and likely would have if he felt he had that luxury. The person who had provided him that luxury was no longer there, and so he had to somehow keep hold his unraveling seams and somehow pull them back together by force of will alone. He had fully intended to take a little more time, but a message from Xavier, summoning Jamie to his offices made it clear that he was going to have to get himself in order sooner than he anticipated.
Showered, shaved and not looking like he had just rolled out of bed for the first time in a week, Jamie absorbed the three dupes who had been his constant companions since Sunday, put on a brave face, and made his way to speak with Xavier. Striking green eyes squinted against the light of the sun, he had rather forgotten what daylight was like, what with his reclusive ways of recent. He at least manged to hide the concern gnawing at his gut, had had mostly managed to convince himself that it had been a joke. There was no way Wisdom had really suggested he take over the X-Men. Wisdom had just been trying to wind him up before he left. Had to be it, right? Right. Jamie was the last person who needed to lead a team, regardless of what all training Wisdom had given him. There was just no way.
Drawing in a deep breath, Madrox stepped into the reception room and smoothed his button down shirt down. He was greeted by Cooper, escorted into Xavier's office and waved away the offer of tea. Nervously, Jamie pressed his lips together, then put on his best, brightest grin. Jamie hid his pain well, it was why he was so damn funny. "Before you start," he said with a chipper tone, lifting both hands as if to assure Charles. "I don't know what rumors are going on about me, but no I've not been in my room for a week contemplating suicide or sodomizing myself! Promise! Neither one. Especially not that last one. Because really, eew. So, with that out of the way... I'm guessing this is just some... standard interview thing to make sure I'm going to be a good member of the X-Men. I know I can be a little eccentric and, uh, chatty, but I follow orders well and all that." Okay, a little awkward. Just a little. Great job, Jamie. You just had to bring up sodomizing, didn't you? Brilliant. Just brilliant. As if your dupe didn't give Xavier enough reason to think you some kind of perverted freak. Good job. He put on another large, bright grin and settled in his seat, acting as if he had not just said something extremely strange, or that he was kicking himself for it. Sooner or later he would remember to breathe again. Maybe.