She was halfway to mortified when she realized what she'd let slip. It probably wouldn't be hard for him to guess just why she'd said those words while looking like her world had just ended, and his other self's death hadn't been something she'd wanted to bring up, not yet at least.

It was that pure trust she felt toward him that kept her from shying away when he reached past her, as she would have with anyone else. The gloves were a welcome sight, and she slipped into them without hesitation. They fit perfectly. His Rogue must not need to wear gloves all the time, then, if she just left spare pairs lying around like that. What a wonderful thing it must be, to have control of their powers...

"Thank you, Remy," she murmured, looking up at him with sad eyes. "You don't have to help me, but it means so much that you are." It was typical Remy, really. He cared so much about people, even when he tried not to, and she couldn't imagine a universe where that wouldn't be true of him. That's just who he was.