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[An amused huff.] Ain't the right way ta approach anyone 'cept a rabid dog.

['So very unfair.' There wasn't a thing about what he'd done to her then that was fair, but then (she glanced down at their hands), they hadn't had this.]

['I know, I know.' He really did, he had had more than enough time to think it over.] There's a joke in there 'bout dogs 'nd bitch, but since I'm in punch reach for ya, I ain't sayin' it.

[Yet Remy's own thoughts turned back to those dreams they had been stuck in, lingering on his own for a moment before it filtered to those brief memories of her own. Her guitar, that wonderful lamp and the emotions the memories it connected to it... that kiss.]

[Rogue raised an eyebrow at him.] ...probably wise.

[She was distracted from making a wittier comment by hiss flash of memories. Why the heck was he thinking about that?

She shifted to face him, her brow furrowed.] Remy... what's goin' on in that head of yours?

[A dangerous question, but he DID say he didn't want to get punched.

She vividly remembered that kiss, but that had been another time... very nearly another him. Why on earth would he be thinking of that right now? Her own mind flashed to the vivid memories of hiding in that ditch, as well as several scenes of their very different friendship, including when they'd yelled at each other in the bar that one night, focusing on a feeling of confusion.]

[Remy was certainly not use to having someone in his head, to see how his thoughts could flit around between stuff at random unless they were focused on a goal, so as she mentions this those thoughts are instantly pushed aside and hidden again.] Sorry, was just thinkin' of all that dream stuff again, 'nd got me thinkin' 'bout what I remembered from ya's. [But despite best intentions, the memory of that kiss was still there.]

Got two from ya I don't remember m'self now. [He was trying to joke, trying to make it all funny, but there was something darker lingering in the corners of his mind around it. Yet even then there was a more dominating feeling, a weird settled comfort that existed around her, even when they fought or got in each other's hair or on each other's nerves. It was still a friendship, it didn't change that, even if things felt a little rough at times.]

[Rogue was still focused on trying to figure out what was going on with him. She was - happily, she thought - taken. She'd never picked up the slightest hint of anything even like a leer from Remy, even before they were friends, other than the joking flirtation he bestowed with the same immunity of intention as a rain cloud. It wasn't as though he was as parched for contact as she was; she remembered such things vividly, any step out of her normally isolated existence was highlighted in neon colors. He had no particular reason (other than to tease her) to be wanting to remember a kiss from her, what was one drop of water in a sea?

So what was the deal with the dark feeling around his memory of, well, her memory of their kiss? Why would he be feeling dark about that at all? Her voice was a little contemplative.] Ain't like I much remember the first one either. S'all a blur. [Mind control was a bitch.] That other one... [he? you?] we thought we were gonna die.

[No, she wasn't going to let this go. Most of her mind was focused on him and on his reaction, but he may pick up her remembered terror, her desperate gambit, her desire to not go out like that.]

Yeah, been there. [He had been a victim of Mesmero's powers as well, forced to steal for him, until Mags caught wind of it and put it to an end.

Remy nodded his head as she spoke, a though flashing through his mind to throw a smile on, try and diffuse the situation, but the instant it did he knew it wouldn't work. Not with her, she knew his fake smiles and didn't appreciate them, not in such serious times. This was just all... very unsettling.] Ain't a bad way to go out, cherie, well, gettin' chance for a kiss, not so much the rest of it all. [Remy's rather glad he missed that enlisting, the one he had been forced on had been bad enough. Though killing zombies did seem a better contrast to killing cultists, being already dead did take away the guilt of it all.

Her own echos of fear, desperation was tough to swallow, all too easy to sympathize with it. It also didn't help that darkened mood Remy was trying to ignore, trying not to think about words Kitty had mentioned. About how 'he' had failed at another relationship, that he hadn't been enough in that world either. It played on his insecurities, stuff he ignored where there, hide from everyone, even himself. Yep, nope, totally not thinking that... oh, hm. This mind joining thing was hard.]

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