Just A Thought
"Or maybe you can go rob the Smithsonian, instead of tryin’ to steal alien tech from industrial crooks! That might cut down on your shitstorms!”
And that’s the moment Shogo reminds them he’s even there, making a sound and kicking his little legs. Rogue huffs and blinks rapidly at the shine in her eyes, pushing her hair back. It’s then she realizes her gloves are gone. Forgetting where she put them for a moment, Rogue looks around herself before snatching them up to pull them on in stiff, frustrated jerks. She sniffs before wiping at her nose again, the red in her face paling to a pink as she gets herself further away from crying.
"You know what?" she asks, stiffly, looking down at her hands as she tries to straighten the fabric on her fingers. "Ah lied to INTERPOL about you ‘cause you matter. Ah left the Avengers without permission an’ took one of their jets without askin’ because you matter. Ah trudged through the snow an’ fought ninja with jet packs because you matter. An’ you know what else?” She gets off the bed to stand in front of him.
"Ah tried to save Joelle because she matters to you.” She crosses her arms, upset for no reason and every reason. “Ah knew your new girlfriend wanted to kill herself because of what she was, but all Ah could think about is how sad that’d make you, so Ah tried to stop it.” Rogue can’t look at him anymore, and instead turns to look at the baby on the bed. Shogo just keeps grasping the sheets and tugging.
"You matter." Her voice thick, heavy. "Don’t you tell meh Ah act like you don’t."
"She weren’t m’girlfriend, Rogue.” Remy says, his voice low and heavy, anger and weariness trying to shove each other around in his tone. He almost glowers, eyes bright, as he watches Rogue fuss with Shogo.
He doesn’t speak for a few long moments, instead finding something other than the woman in front of him to look at. It isn’t Shogo, if only because there’s a not insignificant part of him that realizes the baby didn’t do anything wrong, and the baby doesn’t deserve that kind of expression angled in his direction.
"How’s it we get t’dis place? Y’all tellin’ me you put yer ass on de line f’me b’cause I matter, but when it ain’t life’r deat’, when it ain’t ninjas wit’ jetpacks or whatever ot’er r’diculous t’ing comes after us in de night, but when t’ings’re quiet it’s like …I don’ know, chere, feels like dere ain’t any answer f’me t’give dat ain’t gonna end up wit’ you more pissed at me den you ‘lready is.” He spreads his hands, sullen and unhappy.