Oh, great. Like I needed anything else to feel guilty about. I'm starting to think I should really draw up a list...pencil in some time each day to fully appreciate all of the crappy things I've done in my life. Not that I don't do that already, but then I'd at least have a built-in excuse to avoid Terry. 'Sorry, can't talk. Gotta brood at 2 o'clock, and I'm already running late now that you're here.'
Madrox stared at Rogue in mute horror. The island messing around with Wolverine's heightened senses hadn't even crossed his mind. He was a doctor and a detective -- his thoughts went directly to pathology without passing go or collecting his $200.00.
"Or he's not dying," he backtracked quickly, trying to find a way to spin this in a direction that did not involve Rogue crying. "The island probably got rid of his claws, right? Of course it did. Anything that makes us even remotely special is zapped right out of us." He waited a beat before muttering, "Oh, boy, this is awkward."
no subject
Madrox stared at Rogue in mute horror. The island messing around with Wolverine's heightened senses hadn't even crossed his mind. He was a doctor and a detective -- his thoughts went directly to pathology without passing go or collecting his $200.00.
"Or he's not dying," he backtracked quickly, trying to find a way to spin this in a direction that did not involve Rogue crying. "The island probably got rid of his claws, right? Of course it did. Anything that makes us even remotely special is zapped right out of us." He waited a beat before muttering, "Oh, boy, this is awkward."