He smiles, fond in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. "I wasn't." Half-protest, half-assurance. Remy is happy - and determined - to be here for Wanda, and support her. So yes, she's got him. Her luck, however. He raises his hands and brushes her hair back from her face, taking a minute just to look at her - she's so strong, in that easy, quiet way he sometimes associates with Ororo; Wanda carries it like other people breathe.

Wouldn't this be a lovely note to end their evening on?

"I have to tell you something."

(It would have been.)

"I didn't know for a long time - I plain couldn't figure it out." He laughs a little, and the only hint of humor in it is wry and tired. His gaze drops, looking at the coffee table. "And then I was out with Laura. And then I got stuck. And then we were here and I was waitin' for things to settle down and..."

He raises his hands, a sort of helpless, inevitable gesture, then shrugs in defeat, looking back at Wanda. "I'm sorry. Just - before I say anything else. I'm sorry for doing this right now."

But he has to get it out.