You’d heard about what happened with Rogue, Remy, and Magneto after Magneto arrived. Remy having told you, in explicit detail the image Sinister put into his mind of it all, until he saw it with his real eyes, going to his favourite bar of the mansion to hide from the own idea of it, not even wanting to confront the feeling he had over it as it weighed too greatly on his charming ego.

“Sorry about that, cher… Gambit didn’t know you’ze was gonna come in here. Maybe Gambit gon’ go ‘way again…”

He murmured, his third person Cajun accented way off speech prominent as he put the more heavily spiked whiskey he made himself on the bar and went to step away again to wallow in self pity without damaging his ego with the other members of his team, but in the end you both knew you wouldn’t let him just rot in a hole like that. He was your best friend after all.

After around thirty minutes of the look of you trying to get him to finally open up, his ego finally cracked and he allowed himself to finally vent, even just a little bit in his own Cajun way.

“Gambit knew Magneto and Rogue we’re gettin’ a little bit to familiar, cher! They’ze be being too sweet and Gambit just knows Rogue’d never actually do somethin’ like that! Magneto must’ve done somethin’ to her. Gambit knew we couldn’t trust him as ‘ahr leader! She’d never do that, not my Rogue. Je le sais juste... mon Rogue ne ferait jamais ça à Gambit...”

He vented before sitting back down at the bar, a defeated look in his eyes that seemed so dark for his charming persona.