A deep sigh escaped Remy, trudging through the apartment door. He leant back, waiting until it shut with a soft click. The Cajun brought his palm to his forehead, rubbing the aching spot for a few momemts, before his magenta irises then caught a blue light coming from the living room.

"Shit." Remy thought to himself. Tonight was supposed to be movie night, he had promised. The mutant walked over to the couch, letting a deep brown trench coat slide off his shoulders. A frown settled on his face when he saw the untouched popcorn and your school backpack, cold on the coffee table. You had waited for him... Remy placed his coat over your sleeping body, now taking seat on the couch. He wasn't sure if he should wake you.