Disclaimer: I do not own Gambit or any of the other Xmen. Amy also does not belong to me, she is my friend's character.
Doubts
Remy Lebeau stood looking into the dark. The smoke from his cigarette drifted off into the silent night. His thoughts were plenty, as he stood, drifting back and forth.
" Remy?"
Her voice seemed loud in the quiet darkness, intruding upon his thoughts.
He didn't respond as she walked up beside him. She rested her slender hand on his shoulder.
" Are you okay?"
The truth was, he didn't know. What had happened in the past week disturbed hm, made him question things he'd been sure were certain.
" I dunno, chere." He replied, quietly.
" There's not much more you could've done. " She told him, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
" I know, but, we're de X-men, right chere? We're s'posed t' stop dat kinda t'ing from hap'nin'. If we can't, den wut good are we?" Remy asked, finally turning to look at her.
She held his melancholy gaze for only a moment before dropping her eyes to the ground.
" We do help lots of people, Remy, you can't deny that." She said, finally.
Remy turned from her to look into the night again.
" Oui, but not when it matters mos'."
They fell silent again, both lost in their own thoughts.
" Go back inside, chere, it's col' out here." Remy said, breaking the silence.
" When are you coming in?" She asked.
" I'm gon' be a while yet, don' wait for me."
She sighed and nodded then turned to leave him.
" T'anks, chere, fer tryin'."
She stopped and looked back at him.
" Your welcome."
Remy didn't turn at her response but listened as the door swung closed behind her.
He stood for a while longer then butted his cigarette and slowly walked inside, his mind made up.