you load sixteen tons, and what do you get

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Who: Remy & Tommy.
What: Awkwardness.
Where: House of TBA (it's like House of M, but with less horror!)
When: Presently.
Notes: Knowing is half the battle.
Warnings: None/TBD.

In between bouts of cheerful networking and the things he does under cover of (sometimes literal, sometimes metaphorical) darkness, Remy has a whole host of miscellaneous activities - some he's gotten used to living with Wanda out there in the nexus, others he's only ever had passing experience with. Things that can be skewed as 'domesticity' have always been elusive for him, or colored with a very unique shade. Yes, he's worked at a school - but he taught field combat, primarily, and when he subbed in phys ed they played neuron laser tag. He's rebuilt homes, mansions, redone plumbing, but only ever with the help of people who could move whole walls at a whim.

So it's weird, but in a nice way, to sit outside in the garden and smoke cigarettes and watch chicken slowly change color on the grill. Remy's always been mindful to only smoke outdoors, and the chicken was going to go bad soon, and it's warm enough out for it, and he's got a couple of beers, and... it's really, painfully mundane, and sometimes he wishes he could turn the nervous readiness that exists like a subtextual hum in the back of his head off. Sometimes he wonders if people do this sort of thing and no worry about, hell, Sentinels, at the same time. Must be interesting.