He was always a ladies man; that wasn't even a doubt. But one thing Remy Lebeau was not, was a cheater. He'd flirted, sure, but his chère was always his priority. He'd been naive to assume Rogue felt the same. She'd betrayed the team, yeah. But she'd broken him in a way no one else had.

Remy had had so many chances to stray, and while he'd been tempted, he'd restrained because Rogue was it for him. But she'd gone and snuck around with one of the biggest threats around.The pain was unlike anything he could remember, even from his time back before the team.

Soft yellow light hurts his weary, tired, eyes. Was it morning already? Had he really been sitting outside all night without moving. The crunching of footsteps makes Gambit turn his head, his hair was in his eyes as he glanced up at Guest.

Can't get enough of me? I know, I'm like catnip to lonely people, I can't blame you for wanting a piece. He coos out, his voice flirty and soft, hiding well how broken he feels.

If you want a kiss, just ask, la mignonne. He continues, not really meeting their eyes as he speaks. He knows Guest cares and just wants to check on him, but his pride can't take another hit right now.