Remy was gone.
He didn't say good-bye, and he sure as hell didn't bother to leave anyone a note.
He was just...gone.
Rogue didn't know what to do. She didn't know where Remy was, and even if she did, what the hell was she going to say? She had put down his feelings about Antarctica, making them seem insignificant in her anger and arrogance.
She wished that she had had more time to prepare for that talk. Maybe then she wouldn't have messed it up so badly.
Kurt's wounds healed with time, and when he was able to get around once more, the first thing he did was chastise Rogue for doing what she did to Remy.
"He was telling you something very important, Rogue! Was he crying?" he demanded.
"Yes..."
"Then why did you say what you did? Why did you compare his actions to those of the Nazis?" Kurt demanded. Growling furiously, he spun around and flicked his tail here and there, ignoring a vase as it fell and shattered to the ground. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, rubbing his temples lightly as he let it out slowly.
"What do you plan on doing about it?" he asked softly, looking over his shoulder at her.
"We don't know where he is..." Rogue said weakly. Kurt's tail slammed onto a table, breaking it.
"Then go and found out!" he shouted. "If you love him, go and find out where he has gone! If you wish to make amends for what you did, go to him! Find a way, if you even want it!"
That was the last straw. Looking up at Kurt, Rogue angrily made him turn around and she jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuation each word with a jab that would leave a large purple bruise the next day.
"Now you listen here!" she said. "I will find where Remy is, and when I do, I'll try and fix things so that he doesn't hate me. So don't you even dare say that I don't want to talk to him, Kurt!" Smiling faintly, Kurt brushed her hand away with his tail.
"Then go and find him. Try to find him and if you want to, try to get him back. I've done all that I can for you two. I can do no more." He said, before he turned and left the room.
He didn't say good-bye, and he sure as hell didn't bother to leave anyone a note.
He was just...gone.
Rogue didn't know what to do. She didn't know where Remy was, and even if she did, what the hell was she going to say? She had put down his feelings about Antarctica, making them seem insignificant in her anger and arrogance.
She wished that she had had more time to prepare for that talk. Maybe then she wouldn't have messed it up so badly.
Kurt's wounds healed with time, and when he was able to get around once more, the first thing he did was chastise Rogue for doing what she did to Remy.
"He was telling you something very important, Rogue! Was he crying?" he demanded.
"Yes..."
"Then why did you say what you did? Why did you compare his actions to those of the Nazis?" Kurt demanded. Growling furiously, he spun around and flicked his tail here and there, ignoring a vase as it fell and shattered to the ground. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, rubbing his temples lightly as he let it out slowly.
"What do you plan on doing about it?" he asked softly, looking over his shoulder at her.
"We don't know where he is..." Rogue said weakly. Kurt's tail slammed onto a table, breaking it.
"Then go and found out!" he shouted. "If you love him, go and find out where he has gone! If you wish to make amends for what you did, go to him! Find a way, if you even want it!"
That was the last straw. Looking up at Kurt, Rogue angrily made him turn around and she jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuation each word with a jab that would leave a large purple bruise the next day.
"Now you listen here!" she said. "I will find where Remy is, and when I do, I'll try and fix things so that he doesn't hate me. So don't you even dare say that I don't want to talk to him, Kurt!" Smiling faintly, Kurt brushed her hand away with his tail.
"Then go and find him. Try to find him and if you want to, try to get him back. I've done all that I can for you two. I can do no more." He said, before he turned and left the room.