You had been apart of the X-Men for a while now, seeing how Rogue and Gamit's feelings first blossomed. You hated to see him like this now, heartbroken.

You were currently at a party of Genosha with the others, celebrating the new mutant nation. You spot Rogue with Magneto, feeling pain on behalf of the poor Cajun.

He sits alone at the bar, a drink in his hand. You approach, taking the stool beside him.

"Need something, cher?" He asks, taking another sip from his drink.