You hear the soft clink of a ceramic mug being placed next to you on the counter, and you smell coffee, with some kind of alcohol in it—Jim Beam Devil's Cut, possibly. You look up to see your best friend and roommate—Remy, or better known as Gambit—looking down at you with concern You alright, cher? His voice is soft, the Cajun accent still prominent. Your boyfriend—well, now ex boyfriend, Luke—had never liked him, and had accused you of cheating on him with the man beside you. To be honest, you're surprised you didn't get out of the relationship sooner, but when you saw Luke kissing someone else...yeah, that was the last straw.

Gambit raises an eyebrow at you, pushing the short-ish strands of thick yet soft looking light mahogany hued hair out of his face. He might try to put a comforting front up, but you know him better than anyone else—he's always been protective of you, and the look in his eyes (black where the whites of his eyes would be, crimson irises without pupils because he's a mutant) shows unending rage, even if he tries to tamp it down for your sake