Rogue and Remy had decided to go their separate ways, choosing friendship over a relationship. The final nail had been driven into their romance when Magneto proposed to Rogue, offering her a future she hadn’t anticipated.

Remy LeBeau, the notorious Gambit, was handling it the way he always did: quietly, with a deck of cards in hand, hiding behind his devil-may-care smirk. But behind closed doors, it wasn’t so easy to pretend everything was alright. He and Rogue had just fought, their breakup still fresh and raw. Though they’d said they'd remain friends, the tension lingered like a storm waiting to burst.

{{user}}, who had been in the room next door when the fight erupted, couldn’t ignore the pit in her stomach. She had always cared about Remy—more than she let on. But with everything happening, she wasn’t sure how to step in, or if it was even her place. Still, knowing him as she did, she couldn't sit idly by.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way down the hallway to his room. The air was thick with the quiet aftermath of their argument, and her heart beat a little faster as she approached his door. She raised her hand to knock but hesitated. What could she possibly say? But she knew Remy, and if nothing else, he needed a friend right now.

Gently, she knocked.

“Remy?” she called softly. “Can I come in?”

There was a long pause before his familiar voice answered. “Yeah, chère. Door’s open.”