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[She meets his glowing eyes for a moment and then glances down and away. She releases his hand casually, maybe a little too casually, don't her best to project utter nonchalance at the contact.]

Don't mention it.

[The fact that she actually met his gaze for a moment makes him hesitate. And then she's trying to act nonchalant. And it's more difficult than it should be to get his mind back on track after having her eyes lock onto his, for however short a time it may be.

Not the best time for any of this.

With a small shake of his head - eyes closed, since he knows the glow would give the motion away - he starts to move away again.]

Bit late not to mention it, non?

[Not what she meant, he knows, but. Well. Two can act at casualness.]

[She rolled her eyes, staying with her back to the corner. She kept her head turned, her gaze seemingly fixed on one of the coats.

And she watched him, quietly and tensely aware, out of her periphery vision.]

An' there you go, doin' it again.

[That sideways look is vaguely concerning, but his tone sobers up a bit again at her words.]

Doin' what again?

[Her gaze flickers to his again, for the briefest moment there's a shadow of humor on her face.]

Mentioning it.

[And she doesn't quite look away.]

[Before he can stop himself, a slow smile spreads across his face. He can't seem to look away either.]

An' what happens if I keep mentionin' it?

[A blink, an instinctive response of warmth--

No. No. What is she, out of her mind?

Her mouth takes a sharp downward turn and she gave him a flat look.]

Ya start soundin' like a broken record.

[He can practically see that invisible wall coming back up between them. And even though the fact that it slipped for a moment is a little encouraging, it's also a little depressing how quickly it came back.

So close to making a step in the right direction.]

Guess not, huh.

[Half talking to himself, half to her.]

[Guess not, what?

...guess not everything's okay?

Pfah.]

No. Guess not.

[Of course everything isn't okay. But there was still some glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they'd at least get back to being able to talk.

It's probably stupid to hold out for it, but he doesn't want to give up, either.]

An' here I was t'inkin' broken record would be better'n jus' sittin' in the dark an' quiet.

Depends on the record.

[That's said sullenly.

Because he's right, really. It would be.]

Good point.

[And he can't resist the little dig. It's just too easy. His grin goes a little lopsided... not that it's probably all that visible in the dark, but he knows his eyes tend to literally brighten a bit as well.]

Not sure I could pull off Pink Floyd or anythin', but I'll take requests.

[A quiet huff. Ha, ha. She refuses to be amused. 8|]

Ya have an "off" switch?

[And the answer is out before he can even stop himself.]

Nope. Can only turn me on.

[....timing could be better, LeBeau.]

[Did he seriously just say that?]

[No. No, he did not just say that. To her.]

[Oh, he's going down.

How dare he?]

That a fact...

[Her voice is a low, throaty purr, all dark velvet and invitation. She pushed off the wall and started to saunter towards him.

It's only about two steps before she can get right up in his face, but she works them, knowing he can see her far better than she can see him.

And if he doesn't stop her, she'll even lay one hand on his chest, by his collarbone.]

[He's in for it. There's no way that this is what it seems on the surface. He saw that spark of fury in her eyes, and this? This is definitely just an act. A very distracting act, but an act.

But, well, he already went and jumped into his grave, might as well dig it a bit deeper.]

S'true.

[How in the hell is he going to dodge anything in a closet...]

[In one fluid movement, Rogue grasps hold of him with one hand and opens the closet door with the other.]

Like you even know what that means!

[And she will attempt to flip him right out that door. And no, she doesn't particularly care if they're still over the ocean. He'd live. He's got the devil's own luck.]

[As it turns out, they're high over the mountains at this point, and there's one brief moment in which the bottom drops out of his stomach and he's sure he's going to fall a thousand feet onto snow-covered rock--]

[--and then the devil's own luck kicks in and he's flung back into the closet, with every ounce of potential energy that he'd started to build up in the temporary freefall. It's a painful reunion with the back wall of the closet.

It may take his brain a moment to catch up with him, but for now, he's a tangled pile of limbs and a few spare coats.]

[Rogue has to dodge out of the way when Gambit comes hurdling through the door again in order to avoid being the one he's tangled up WITH.]

Oh, it just figures!

[And she reaches out to close the door as it swings back towards her, not even glancing down.

Screw this place. 8|]

[With some effort, he manages to untangle himself from the coats and sit up. His head's throbbing pretty badly, but. Well. Could have been much worse. After all, that was a long fall.

Okay, so maybe she isn't beyond letting him fall to his death.

His tone is pure sarcasm.]

Sorry to disappoint.

Me too.

[And then she opens the door and steps out of it.]

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