Of all the people she'd thought might be on the other side of the door, he'd never crossed her mind. Seeing him standing there, alive and smiling, it-- She wanted to cry and kiss him at the same time. Except she couldn't. This wasn't her Remy, this was a stranger who was apparently going with her. There'd been mention of someone going along, to help and keep her company, but no one had said...

Why should they have? For all the things Rogue had told them about her other life, Remy had never factored into it. Talking about losing the love of her life was painful and she didn't need to rehash those memories with people who couldn't begin to understand.

"Sure, sugar," she replied in her smooth southern drawl, the words coming out duller than they might have with anyone else. Her gloved hand tightened around the bag she was holding and she nodded stiffly. "I'm all set. Let's get going." She took a deep breath before walking past him, the boots beneath her jeans tapping on the hardwood floor.