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"What part of 'he doesn't want to talk to you' do you not understand, Logan?"
Rogue flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced at Wolverine, waiting for an answer.
"You just...he's lying. Or you are. I can't tell."
"Or maybe you hurt him one too many times. Your claws aren't your only deadly weapons."
"He should have gotten over it by now. He always has before."
"What part of 'one too many times' do you not understand?"
Logan grimaced and ran his hands through his hair.
"Please tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I didn't mean it, tell him anything you think he wants to hear."
"No. I'm not going to lead him to slaughter."
"But-"
"But nothing, Logan. Don't even think I'll give in, either."
Rogue stalked out of the kitchen, angry. Logan slumped over the table, head in his hands.
Peeking around the doorway, Remy watched as Wolverine's shoulders started to shake. The movement was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to make Remy wish he could go comfort the crying man. He almost took a step towards entering the room, but a tug on the back of his jacket from Rogue stopped him. They exchanged looks, and she pulled him away silently.
"Remy, what do you think you're doing?"
"Sugah, ah jus' needed t'be wit' him."
"So he can treat you like a toy some more?"
"So ah can hold him, petit. Dat's all."
"You know what will happen."
"Don' you know Gambit likes all de drama?"
"This shouldn't be a joke to you."
"Ma chere, it ain't. Ah promise"
"He's not going to leave Storm for you, Remy."
Gambit turned away and closed his eyes. He knew it wasn't a joke, and he knew what would happen.
He just wanted to feel someone's arms around him and feel someone breathing against the back of his neck.