When the door to Remy's room suddenly smashed open weeks after he told
Rogue to get away from him, he wasn't very surprised. He was however
surprised when Logan grabbed him tightly by the throat, cutting off his air
supply.
"Look me in the eyes, Gumbo!" he growled. "Tell me that you don't want her back!" Remy could only manage a weak gag, trying to pull Logan's vice like grip away. Narrowing his eyes, Logan only let up a little to allow him enough air to breathe and speak a bit.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Get...out." Remy said. Sighing, Logan threw Remy off of his bed.
"You are a stubborn bastard, you know that?" he asked, taking a more comfortable position on Remy's bed.
"Why do you care?" Remy asked, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.
"Because Rogue came home crying, Gumbo." Logan said, taking out a cigar and calmly cutting off the tip before lighting it. "I don't believe a damn word she said either. There is no way you told her to leave and never come back."
"I did tell her that! Now just get out of here, Logan!" Logan shook his head, taking a long drag on his cigar.
"I can't do that, Gumbo. Not until you confess your feelings for her."
"I used to care for her." Remy said. "But I don't anymore."
"Try again." Logan said. Narrowing his eyes, Remy went for his pack of cards. Calmly, Logan sank his claws threw them, impaling them onto his claws.
"Don't try attacking me, Gumbo. You may have threatened to kill Kurt, but there is no way you'll be able to take me on; sober or drunk!" Sighing, Remy looked away, shaking his head a bit.
"I don't understand what you want from me." He said. "I don't love her..."
"That's not what your friends down stairs told me." Logan said matter- of-factly. "They say you sob her name out every night."
Remy didn't say anything.
"I see what's going on." Logan continued. "You're hurt, and I don't really blame you for that. You were brushed away, so even though you really do want her back, you're too proud to say it.
"Pride is what got you guys into this problem in the first place, Gumbo. You and Rogue both seem to have that problem, and Kurt and I are quite sick of it!
"Now, you have two choices in the matter, Gumbo. You can either stay here and be miserable for the rest of your lousy life, messing up easy heists and such; or you can come back to the mansion, swallow your pride and tell Rogue that you want her back just like she wants you back!
"So, what's it gonna be, Gumbo?"
Remy was packing an hour later.
"Look me in the eyes, Gumbo!" he growled. "Tell me that you don't want her back!" Remy could only manage a weak gag, trying to pull Logan's vice like grip away. Narrowing his eyes, Logan only let up a little to allow him enough air to breathe and speak a bit.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Get...out." Remy said. Sighing, Logan threw Remy off of his bed.
"You are a stubborn bastard, you know that?" he asked, taking a more comfortable position on Remy's bed.
"Why do you care?" Remy asked, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.
"Because Rogue came home crying, Gumbo." Logan said, taking out a cigar and calmly cutting off the tip before lighting it. "I don't believe a damn word she said either. There is no way you told her to leave and never come back."
"I did tell her that! Now just get out of here, Logan!" Logan shook his head, taking a long drag on his cigar.
"I can't do that, Gumbo. Not until you confess your feelings for her."
"I used to care for her." Remy said. "But I don't anymore."
"Try again." Logan said. Narrowing his eyes, Remy went for his pack of cards. Calmly, Logan sank his claws threw them, impaling them onto his claws.
"Don't try attacking me, Gumbo. You may have threatened to kill Kurt, but there is no way you'll be able to take me on; sober or drunk!" Sighing, Remy looked away, shaking his head a bit.
"I don't understand what you want from me." He said. "I don't love her..."
"That's not what your friends down stairs told me." Logan said matter- of-factly. "They say you sob her name out every night."
Remy didn't say anything.
"I see what's going on." Logan continued. "You're hurt, and I don't really blame you for that. You were brushed away, so even though you really do want her back, you're too proud to say it.
"Pride is what got you guys into this problem in the first place, Gumbo. You and Rogue both seem to have that problem, and Kurt and I are quite sick of it!
"Now, you have two choices in the matter, Gumbo. You can either stay here and be miserable for the rest of your lousy life, messing up easy heists and such; or you can come back to the mansion, swallow your pride and tell Rogue that you want her back just like she wants you back!
"So, what's it gonna be, Gumbo?"
Remy was packing an hour later.