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I've been taking naps in the afternoon for the most part Rems. Night is just...too dark. To quiet. [She pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head; telling Remy not to worry won't help. Lying wasn't an option. So she remains honest as best she can.]

Your voice is not so very terrible.

Is it?

[Too dark, too quiet. Well, he can definitely fix both of those things easily enough. He might be worn down after the mission, but Adele comes before a nap, thanks.]

I ain't much of a singer, doc. Henri used to tell me dogs were howlin' whenever I sang. [His smile is small, but meant to try to ease her nerves.] Ain't that bad, though. Promise.

[He tries to pick up his drink again, careful not to charge it. Success!]

I can make plenty'a noise if you wanna stay here for now.

You've never heard my mother sing, then. [She manages a half smile and sits up fully. She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Not with what she's been seeing.]

I'll be fine Rems. Once you're settled I'll head out for the night.

S'gonna be a while 'fore I'm settled. [For various reasons, not the least of which being that he wants to be damn sure he isn't accidentally charging anything before he tries to sleep. It's been years since he woke himself up with something exploding or burning and it's not something he cares to repeat. Besides, shaky control over his mutation only digs up memories of Sinister, and he really doesn't want to focus on any of that right now.]

Might as well make yourself nice an' comfy.

Were I any more comfortable, Rems, I would resemble your orange pet.

[She manages a wry chuff of a laugh, nudging Oliver with a foot. The orange tribble made a low noise and twitched a bit. Otherwise? nothing. It's easier to focus on the surreal nature of that bit of madness than it was the odd flickers in her own mind.

Of course that's when there was another odd flicker. She goes still. Locks up and glares a hole into the far wall. Not now. She's exhausted, Rems is tired, not now.]

[Oookay, that's a look that'll set him on alert instantly. Tired as he is, he's straightened up and fixed keen eyes on her, ready to jump to his feet if need be. Hopefully it won't come down to that, though. Hopefully, a low and steady voice will help enough.]

Easy now, doc. Jus' us an' the fuzzball here.

[She can't quite stop it. The twisted shade of Gambit mocks her this time in a bloody heap and were she alone she'd swear. Rant at the wall. All these do now is leave her sick and angry-

But the familiar lifeline of Gambit's voice helps her pull herself back to the present. Adele blinks at the wall, scrubs her face, and sags back against the sofa with a muted swear.]

I...I know. I'm sorry Rems.

[He doesn't jump to his feet, but he does get up and ease over to perch on the edge of the sofa near her. One hand goes to rest gently on her shoulder - he'll pull it back if she flinches, but he means to show support.]

Hey. Ain't nothin' to be sorry 'bout. Not your fault.

[She doesn't flinch under his hand, but he'll feel how knotted up and locked tight she was. Braced to fight or flee until the vision passes. Low, rough, frustrated she lets slip another swear, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

No one's fault. Just...wrong place, wrong time, yes?

[Yeah, he feels that knot. Absently, but still gently, he rubs her shoulder to try to help relieve the tension.]

Damn shame how often that kinda t'ing happens.

[It helps. More than she'll ever admit, the contact grounds her. She leans into it a little, like a cat, and sighs.]

Seems to be the only sort of luck I have in this place Rems.

[He takes that lean and sigh as a signal to keep rubbing her shoulder, giving her a wry grin.]

You an' me both. This place, it ain't exactly the most gracious livin' arrangement. But you ever need somewhere to try an' get away from it, my door's open.

I think I will take you up on that Rems.

[She relaxes by inches, gradually slumping against the sofa. Not something she'll discuss, ever, what she sees. It's not something Remy needs to know.]

But not tonight. I have a date with a bottle of tequila, a terrible movie, and Pepper.

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