He nods. She's right. A flicker of an expression, wry but appreciative; he doesn't deserve her. Truly. But god, does he love her. (Thinking that lately has felt really right. It's good.)

"So now that we've established I am not as distant from a few things things as I thought," he says on an exhale, quite definitely feeling like an asshole but - well. There's a silver lining to self-recognition, at least.

"What's our plan of action, here?"

Remy returns Wanda's look, steady - really, this time.