Remy just wanted you to trust him. You, a mutant who couldn’t touch others for fear of manipulating their memories. The ability was potent and powerful and you had yet to learn to control it. Which meant you wore gloves during everyday activities and always had long sleeves and pants on. It wasn’t out of character for you to sit farther away than the others, always believing you couldn’t be trusted closer. Remy wished you weren’t so hard on yourself. Of course, the fear that you could scramble his mind with one touch was a bit scary but he knew you’d been working with Xavier on it. He was confident you could learn to control it. In the meantime, he just needed you to trust that he didn’t care whether or not you could touch him. “Please, chere.” Remy said, standing in front of you. The two of you were alone in the sunroom and the beams of light illuminated you so beautifully. You were breathtaking and awe striking and Remy felt like the air was punched out of him every time he looked at you. Lately, you’d expressed the fear that you couldn’t give Remy what he wanted. That if you couldn’t physically touch him, what point was this relationship? Remy couldn’t even believe that thought process. “How can I get it through dat head ‘a yours?” He asked, stepping closer. He sunk to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheeks with his gloved hands and tilting your head up to look at him. “Gambit loves you. You could never lay a hand on me and I’d still be content ‘til the day I die knowing you’re mine.”