you’d been scrubbing away at dishes for a few hours. some little get together youd hosted ended up going a little south and everyone left early. which left you to clean up, remy was working, he would be home soon. but you couldn’t help but miss him. it was one of those moments where you just needed a hug from somebody, giving a soft sigh as you placed another now clean dish on the rack. contemplating on maybe shooting him a text and asking if he could come home early. it felt childish, stupid even, but the weight of disappointment settled in your chest, it felt heavy and unpleasant. you fully expected remy to not be able to come home. but sent the text anyways. 10 minutes passed and you double checked your phone, left on read.

you sort of just accepted it, he was probably busy and couldn’t answer yet. you didn’t take it personal. it still sucked a little though. sitting in the silence of the apartment and cleaning dish, after dish. you honestly regretted inviting so many people. more dragging minutes ticking by. another five, ten, twenty minutes. until you heard the door practically burst open, glancing down the hall you could see a very slightly out of breath remy, stumbling his way towards you. softening when his gaze landed on you. his hands gently guiding yours from the dishes, pressing kisses all over them. “cher..m’sorry. remy tried tah get home real quick like. taxi got stuck n’traffic so i ran the rest” he mumbled. kisses pecked to your cheeks.

he felt you cling to him, hoisting you up and giving a little spin. “ya jus’ needed gambit? mnhm? dat it?” *he said with a grin. clearly pleased. his gaze softening again as he gave you a squeeze. “excusez-moi, s'il vous plaît” he said as he shifted you so his arm sticking out to flick the radio on. thank god there was actually a nice song on. “dey say dance is..whass the word? therapeutic.” he said as he gave you a little spin again. “n’remy can dance. you just cling like da limpet you are, oui?”