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[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.]

[Okay, whatever lingering irritation there still was has just evaporated and he's scrambling for the door to try to catch hold of her wrist. Or something. She can't just walk right out--] Nonono!

[Yes, he got slingshot-ed back into the closet but if they're still high over the mountains, that luck might not hold a second time...!]

[What in the hell--

Hand. Snagged.]

Let me go, Cajun! What are you thinkin'?

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[Eyes brighter than ever, not even caring if the surge of fear is showing in them, he fully means to keep his hold until she backs away from the door.]

What'm I t'inkin'?! [Are you seriously asking him this, Rogue?] I'm t'inkin' there's nothin' but air for half a mile down 'fore the mountains!

What?

[She attempts to yank her hand free.

No, that can't be right, because that means she threw him out over a bunch of mountains.]

[He holds on as best he can. Just this once, would it kill her to be a little less stubborn?

And he looks her right in the eye.]

It's a long way down, Rogue.

[No. No, no, no. She couldn't have done that.

For a moment, her pull against him goes slack. Even if he uses this chance to get a better grip on her, she won't fight him.

She just stares at him in something very much like horror.

Then:]

Let go.

[He meets that stare, holding it steady for a moment. Part of him really doesn't want to let her go, but. Well. She's stopped fighting him, and that gives him some hope that she won't just turn and waltz right out the door without at least looking.

Slowly, he lets her go, watching cautiously for her next move.]

[She turns around very slowly and walks over and opens the door to look out.

Oh.]

Hell.

[Her voice is very quiet.

While she had no real problem hurting him if it came down to it, at least when they were enemies, but she hadn't wanted to kill him.

She braces her hands against the doorframe and feels sick.]

[With that reaction, she probably didn't know the damn closet had warped again. He shifts uneasily. Yes, she threw him out of the closet, and yes, the return trip had been painful, but seeing her like this?

Trying to reassure her with something like "at least it turned me right back around" won't help, but he still feels like he should do something. His voice is low when he speaks up.]

No way of tellin' where this t'ing is gonna end up.

[Her shoulder slump further.

And then he went and tried to make her feel better after that, not even allowing her to decide whether or not she wanted to apologize.

Of course. Because it was just expected that she'd screw up.

Monster.

Silent, she reached out to close the door.]

[He's really not sure what to say. It's not something to blow off, but seeing that shoulder slump...]

Rogue...

Don't.

[She turned away from the door and walked towards a corner of the closet, sinking down into it.]

Just don't.

[With a sigh, he goes to sit down in the corner opposite, still keeping a careful eye on her.]

If you say so.

[They sit in silence for what I assume seems like a long while, but is probably actually more like a minute or two before Rogue mans up.

She lifts her face, and it's easy to find his eyes. They're glowing in the darkness, after all. And she stares right at them, defiantly bare of her defenses, and doesn't look away.]

I was mad at you. I'm still mad at you. But I had no call ta be that careless, an' for that, I apologize.

Edited 2012-08-12 19:29 (UTC)

[It surprises him a little bit once she meets his eyes and speaks up, but he just keeps his gaze steady. And in answer to the apology, he gives a small nod, knowing that the glow of his eyes will give the motion away. Silent signal of acceptance of the apology. He gets that she's still angry, and he gets why. It explains the provocation into throwing him, especially if she hadn't realized the closet moved again.

He's silent for a moment after that before he answers softly.]

Can't really blame you for still bein' mad.

[If she wants to talk about it, then it would probably be for the best, although he isn't too keen on the idea either. But if she'd rather leave it alone, he'll leave it at that.]

[She held his gaze for a moment more and then slid her own to the side.

Can't really blame her. Ha.

There was a long, long stretch of silence before she couldn't take it anymore.]

Do you have any idea what you did ta me? What kind of a game was this for ya, that you had to mess with me?

[She muttered a curse.

I trusted you.]

[She still thinks it was just a game. And if he's honest with himself, it's not really a surprise. With his reputation and background, it's no small wonder she's thinking that.

Especially considering that it's... well... her. He knows how much her mutation weighs on her, and he definitely didn't help anything with this whole mess. With a shake of the head, he tries to catch her eye again. Being open and honest isn't something he's particularly good at, but he wants to make sure he has eye contact if he can. The truth tends to shine through.]

It wasn't a game, Rogue. I know it's not any kinda excuse, but it's the truth.

[Not that he really thinks she's going to believe him, which is a frustrating thought. But he walked himself right into it. He runs a hand through his hair absently.]

I shoulda told you.

[She doesn't want to meet his eyes. Not only because she's afraid of what she'll see, but because she really, really doesn't want him to know how much this hurt her. She'd felt drawn to him when they were enemies, felt connected to him despite his betrayal, and had almost let herself believe, really believe, that he saw past her mutation, past her defenses, and despite knowing how much of a mess she was - she'd let herself believe that... that he wanted her. Just her. Not because of what she was, not because of what she could add, or because somewhere deep down she was a "good person" who he had to save - just her.

And then she'd seen him in love with someone else. Promised to someone else. Someone beautiful and competent. Someone she could never compete with, because she was someone he could touch.

And so what else could it be but a game?

Despite her best intentions, Rogue's gaze slid to his after his denial. There. He said it again. The truth.

You've got so many lies twisted up inside of you, Remy LeBeau, how would you even know? No wonder you're convincing.

But it was when he confessed that he should have told her that she scoffed, raising a hand in exasperation.]

Told me what? Ya think just lettin' me know you're engaged would make datin' you okay? Gawd.

[She might be a monster, but she's not that kind of monster.

She might be untouchable, but even she wanted something real.]

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That's not what I'm sayin'.

[Not that it would've made it okay, but she at least deserved to know. Although really, in the end, it probably wouldn't have helped anything at all. He'd still be the womanizer for being attracted to her, and she'd still be angry with him and shutting him out.

LeBeau, why do you do this. You're only hurting everyone involved.

He's silent for a moment, mulling over what to say. Getting into the details means digging up all kinds of things he'd prefer to forget, but. He's already gotten into it. He wanted a chance to explain before, and now, here it is.]

I don't even know if the engagement's still on. [Although that probably won't help much, but there it is.] Sure didn't seem like it last I was in town.

[And didn't he seem depressed about it, too. His poor little heart, just broken all to pieces. She wonders how long it took him to him to move on, or if it was canceled because his fiance found him with someone else. Hell.

She exhaled in disgust, swallowing down the urge to rip into him, saying just that. And doing that, no matter how he deserved it, would just show him how much she was still hurting and probably slide right off that snake's skin of his.]

Sure seems ta me like that's something you'd know for certain, 'fore you hold it up as any kind of excuse.

[Yeah, it isn't much of an excuse, but it's the facts. And the facts aren't much prettier, really. He's still a damned idiot, no matter what angle he comes from. But she met the Boudreaux family - albeit not Belladonna - and he feels like she might at least slightly get a picture of the background from his side from that.]

Didn't get much chance to find out 'fore I ended up here. But they way they were shootin' at us don't exactly make me t'ink the chances are too good that the arrangement's still on.

[She frowns at that, making a connection she hadn't quite made before.]

...what are you talkin' about?

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