Gambit did as he was asked. As soon as they got inside, Rogue flopped on the couch, curled up, and went to sleep. Gambit was tired, too, so he slept in the recliner next to the couch. By the time they woke up it was early evening, and both were hungry. Gambit offered to cook for Rogue and she took him up on that offer.

"You seem quiet, chere," said Gambit.

"I feel like such a fool."

"You're not a fool, chere. And if you recall, I'm the one who told you to go down there in the first place."

"I didn't have to listen to you. I shoulda known better, and I'm sad about everything that's happened."

"Everything?"

"I'm not sad about spending time with you, Gambit. I liked spending time with you."

"Feelin' is mutual."

"I don't know what I expected. I got there and then I froze, then I picked a fight with Destiny, then Mystique shows up and you have to fight her off. You know, I don't usually play the damsel in distress."

"Well you promised to protect me from Wolverine, so I guess we're even."

"You know Gambit you should be careful. Mystique is the definition of spiteful and vengeful, she might try and hurt you."

"I'm not worried about dat devil woman, chere. I'm more worried about her going after you. She did want to kidnap you."

"Yeah, did you overhear why?"

"She said she wanted her daughter back."

"I just don't understand her. How can she even call herself a parent after everything that's happened."

"Some people just don't learn, chere."

"I wonder if I should go back to the institute. They're not expecting me 'til tomorrow. I hope I don't find someone else in my bed."

"Why would someone take your bed?"

"Sometimes Kitty's friends want to sleep over. Although I don't know how they consider it a sleep over when we all live in the same house."

Gambit softly chuckled. "You can always stay here, chere."

Rogue wasn't stupid. Having Gambit invite her over was what she was angling for, but now that she was confronted with the decision she wasn't so certain. She didn't know her decision until it came out of her mouth.

"Okay."

"I have to warn you, I've been told I snore."

"I don't think I'll be able to here you from the couch."

"You'd be surprised. Anyway, I couldn't make you sleep on the couch, chere. You can have the bedroom and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Thanks, Gambit."

"No problem, chere."