Remy held on desperately to the solid warmth of the
strong body in front of him afraid that if he let go
even a little bit the dream would shatter. " It gotta
be a dream...or...or I finally took too many of those
damn pills or...or I died. Can' be real...this can' be
real..."

Logan held on with equal determination. He's in my
arms! He's holding me back! The poor kid was in shock;
rambling on about this being a dream. There was no way
he was going to be making any sound past the painfully
large lump in his throat so he let the boy ramble and
just listened to his beautifully accented voice, it
sounded better than a choir of Angels to his ears.
Remy was shaking so bad he began to get worried so he
pulled back a little and tilted his head so he could
get a better look of the trembling body in his arms.

"NON! Non, don' let me go! Please don' let me go!I'm
sorry! I don' know what I did t' make y' go 'way but
I'm so sorry!" He pulled the older man close again
with enough strength to force a soft "oomph" out of
his chest.

Logan turned his face and kissed the soft hair that
tickled his ear. " Oh darlin... I am NEVER gonna let
ya go again." His voice sounded foreign to his own
ears, a combination cry and prayer.

Remy took a chance and sat back with a groan of pain,
"Is this real? Are y' really here?"

The look of disbelief made his lover look like a
little boy and Logan smiled and kissed him again,
gently this time, and ran the back of his hand across
the young Cajun's cheek. " It's real. I'm here." He
smiled again at the look of wonder on the gorgeous
face in his hands.

" How? Why?..." Remy couldn't have formed a complete
sentence at that moment if his life depended on it.
Logan decided it was time to take matters into his own
hands. He stood suddenly, lifting the young man into
his arms. " But 'lisa..."

Logan shifted him carefully in his arms and kissed him
once more, " She'll be fine." He stared into the
beautiful,bewildered eyes and swallowed hard, " Right
now,we need to talk... I need to talk."

Remy laid his head on the older man's shoulder and
surrendered to what ever would come. If he was
dreaming he was going to enjoy it for as long as it
lasted. If he had indeed died, he would thank whatever
it was out there that looked into his black heart and
saw that he TRULY WAS SORRY for all his countless sins
and let him die in peace. He was too afraid to believe
it was real. If it was, he was going to have to listen
to the man he loved more than anything else in his
worthless life, besides his darling sister, tell him
what it was that he did to force him away. He
tightened his grip at that thought, hoping against
hope that he would be able to explain the actions he
had no recollection of.

As they walked past the rec room Alisa suddenly popped
into Remy's head again, " 'lisa! Logan, I gotta say
g'bye. I promised I'd stay all day, I can' break
another promise, I did that t' her yesterday an' it
nearly tore her in two! She cried f' two hours
straight... I gotta explain t' her... I gotta say
g'bye."

Logan understood how difficult it was for Remy to say
goodbye to Alisa. Their last visit, the young girl
cried for hours after they left and it broke Remy's
heart to do such a thing to her because she didn't
understand. Alisa's condition made it hard for her to
understand that when Remy left he wasn't leaving
forever. She felt abandoned and thrown away. Logan
sighed, as much as he wanted to talk and explain his
actions to Remy, he knew saying goodbye to Alisa had
to come first, they had to make her understand why
Remy had to break his promise to stay. Logan looked
into Remy's pleading eyes and smiled at him then
carried him into the recroom over to the table where
his sister sat with Rebecca LeFay. Remy nudged him a
few feet from his sister and he let him down, helping
him walk the last few feet to her side.

Her long auburn hair was now up in pigtails with two
of the bright ribbons Logan gave to her. She looked so
much younger with her hair like this, not like the
fourteen year old teenager she was. Despite the
horrible scars that covered her face and body she was
still a beautiful young girl. She turned slowly to
look at her brother once he sat down, a weak smile
upon her face and her red on black eyes filled with
joy. "Look what Uncle Logan brought m' big broder!
Ain' dey pretty?" Alisa asked. She had a small smile
on her pale scar covered face. It was the biggest
smile she could give him due to the muscle damage
Sabretooth caused when he clawed her from the corner
of her mouth back to her ear. Her eyes started to
sadden when Remy didn't immediately respond. " Big
broder?"

" Alisa, I'm so sorry...Uncle Logan an' I gotta go
talk about somthin' really important. I...I gotta
leave, I don' wan' t' leave y' p'tite I really don'
but it's very important that I speak with him." Remy
slowly ran his hand over the side of her face, he
could see the tears gathering in her eyes and the
sadness that poured off her made his heart ache. He
hated to see his 'lisa cry, she shouldn't have to
suffer so much, she was still so young! "I swear...
we'll come back soon, maybe in a couple weeks. We can
all go on a picnic like we did las' time. Y' remember
that don' y'? Y' got t' feed th' ducks and y' ran
'round playin' with Mr. Kitty Head?"

Logan remembered that day. Remy wanted to take Alisa
out for some fresh air, he had a personal hatred of
hospitals even though he understood Alisa had to stay
there. The three of them spent an entire day at the
nearby pond, laughing and acting like they didn't have
a care in the world. He remembered holding Remy's hand
as they watched Alisa play with her favorite stuffed
kitty. He remembered the quiet conversation and the
stolen kisses when Alisa wasn't watching. They were so
happy back then. How could he have been so blind and
let Rogue take all that away from him and from Remy?
His eyes slowly lifted from the floor to look at Remy
and his sister, she was hugging herself and crying
softly, her nails almost digging into her flesh. She
wasn't understanding... she didn't understand what
Remy was trying to say. Is this how Remy felt when he
abandoned him? When he took the bitch's word and never
gave his lover a chance to explain? God,is that how
Remy felt too?

" I don' wan' y' t' leave me 'gain...I wanna take care
o' y' like y' take care o' me. I wanna make y'
better,"
Alisa whimpered.

Rebecca slowly moved behind the young girl and placed
her hands on her shoulders trying to calm her, "Alisa,
Remember what we talked about earlier? Good-byes are
not forever, you'll see Remy again. He needs time to
get better, just like you did. Mr. Logan came down
here to take him home so he can do that." Rebecca ran
her hand gently up and down her scar covered arm,
watching as the young girl looked at her, then at her
big brother who looked like he was in much pain and
about to cry himself.

" But I wanna take care o' Remy...I wanna make 'im
better."

" 'lisa? Baby? Y' did... y' made me feel so much
better. Y' have NO IDEA Peanut," Remy said as he took
her small hand in his. " Ms. LeFay is right... g'byes
are no' f'ever. I'll see ya soon, I swear. Please
p'tite, don' cry no more, I can' bear t' see y' so
sad."

The young girl slowly moved closer to her brother and
hugged him, sniffling a bit as she began to calm down.
She finally let go of her brother and lifted her teary
red on black eyes to Logan, " Uncle Logan? Y'will take
good care o' Remy, won' y'? Y' make him happy an'
better like he does f' me when he comes t' see me?"

Logan wanted to die right there. She had so much faith
and trust in the both of them, it was unbelievable.
Then to hear her ask that he take care of Remy, it
broke his heart. After all he'd put his young lover
through, this sweet young girl was begging him to take
care of Remy. Him, the one whom left Remy broken
hearted and alone with no explination. She was now
giving him a chance to make it all better, to repair
what was left of their relationship...IF Remy could
forgive him once he learned the truth about Rogue.
Logan fought back his own tears as he slowly nodded
and walked over to kiss her forehead, " I will
darlin'. You be a good girl while we're gone."

Rebecca smiled sadly at them and took Alisa by her
shoulders and started steering her out of the room.
"Come on now sweetie, It's lunch time and they're
serving your favorite, chicken nuggets! Let's hurry
before everyone else gets in the lunch room and get
your favorite table by the window."

Remy watched as his sister was led from the room and
out of his sight. He reached out without thinking and
held onto Logan's hand. Logan waited a moment before
he bent and carefully lifted the young Cajun into his
arms again. Remy clung to him as if he was the only
thing that could save him from drowning in the dark,
black sea of depression that wanted to pull him under
and in truth, he was.
 

Logan carried him out to the parking lot and carefully
rested his feet on the ground. He continued to bear
all his lover's weight as he opened the door and
carefully placed his precious load inside. " Let's
find someplace where we can talk in private." Logan
caught his eyes and a warm smile graced his face. Remy
could faintly remember seeing that expression on his
face before but the circumstances escaped him.

*****

Logan caught his young lover staring at him and gave
him the most reassuring smile he could come up with.
The kids scent was all over the place, there was pain,
fear, love, depression, confusion...he was an
emotional wreck. Underneath it all was a tiny spark of
hope and it was that spark Logan chose to grasp onto.
As long as there was hope there was a chance he could
fix this! Now that they had said goodbye to Alisa
there was nothing else to do but finally talk. He
arrived at the hotel and pulled up in front of the
building. A valet opened his door and gave him a card
which Logan shoved into his pocket with a grumbled
thanks. Remy came out of his shock a bit when he felt
himself being lifted again,
" Logan, I can-"

" Not while I'm around. I plan on holdin' ya every
chance I get." He smiled that same sweet smile and
Remy felt himself fall helplessly into those bright
pools of blue that were staring into his own red and
black eyes. He knew right then that he would do
anything, anywhere, at anytime to continue to be
blessed with that smile.

Logan carried him through the lobby past dozens of
surprised guests to the elevators in the back. They
entered a car and Logan quickly closed the door so
they would be alone. A short walk down the hall had
them standing in front of the room Logan hoped they
would share. " I have to let you down to open the
door, lean on me." He opened the door with a swipe of
a card and lifted his lover into his arms again. Remy
was beginning to relax and he couldn't help but revel
in the fact that the boy felt incredibly RIGHT in his
arms. He made up his mind NOT to retrieve the crutches
his lover could not do without just so he'd have ample
excuses to hold him close. He carefully placed Remy on
the bed and returned to shut the door. Now that they
were alone and away from all eyes and ears the
butterflies returned to his stomach. This was it. The
next words out of his mouth would either make or break
this relationship.

Remy scooted himself into a sitting position with a
lot of effort and pain. He could tell Logan was
fighting the urge to help him and tried to smile,
feeling a little embarrassed, " It's still hard t' do
some things. It still hurts..."

" Would a hot bath help? I could go start it and help
ya in, what do ya say?" He made an attempt at stalling
the inevitable conversation.

Remy could feel the need to help him pouring off the
older man and it felt wonderful. "Oui. It's been a
rough day. That would be great, merci."

" Comin up!" Logan hurried into the large bathroom and
looked at the extra wide tub. How he would love to
crawl in with the kid and kiss every inch of his
perfect body just like he had before but he couldn't.
Not until he confessed and apologized a thousand
times. After he begged forgiveness, THEN he would find
a way to reclaim what he so callously threw away. He
was about to add oil to the water when he heard a pain
filled cry from the other room.

" Rem, what's wrong?"

" M' back!... it's all tied up in knots!" He tried to
move and cried out again as the pain only intensified.

" OW! Logan, cher!..." He didn't mean to use the
little endearment but at the moment he couldn't think
past the pain.

Logan scooped him up as carefully as he could and
placed him gently into the steaming tub. He climbed in
beside him and started rubbing the tight knots of
muscle he found in the boy's lower back and hip.Remy
was in tears at this point and holding onto the edge
of the tub with a white knuckled grip. " Hurts... I
can' breath... please make it stop."

The soft sobs were tearing at his heart as he tried to
help his young lover. " I will darlin. I'll make it
better I promise. Relax... that's my boy... just
breath and try to relax..." He worked the tight
muscles for what felt like hours to him before he felt
them finally relax.

Remy pale face was stained with tears as he quietly
whispered " Merci. That's much better... I' sorry I'
such a pain." New tears appeared as he looked up at
Logan, " I ain' nothin' but trouble!" An unexpected
sob escaped him and words started pouring from his
mouth. "I can' remember what I did t' make y' go 'way!
If I could I'd do ANYTHING t' make it right! Logan,
please forgive me...I need y' so bad that I think
it'll swallow me whole sometimes! I think I'll go
crazy from it! I remember how it used to BE...I
remember how it used to FEEL! I wan' that back so bad
I can' BREATHE sometimes! Please Logan, please..."

The kid was having some kind of breakdown right in
front of his eyes! "You didn't do anything wrong." It
was the softest of whispers. Remy was so used to being
accused of everything that ever went wrong he was
willing to accept FULL responsibility for something he
couldn't even remember! " Oh darlin... you did NOTHING
wrong!" Logan couldn't put off his confession any
longer. He couldn't stand to see the kid tear himself
apart over something he didn't even do! " I listened
to Rogue darlin'. I...I listened to her and I believed
her LIES without even giving you a chance to say
anything! She made me think you were playin' me! I WAS
WRONG! ME!" He got very quiet as the rest of the guilt
and shame poured out with the confession. " I... I
accused you of usin' me as a fuck buddy. I threatened
ya with my claws... scared ya simple." A tear fell
down his cheek as he looked at the startled face of
the young Cajun.
" I am so sorry darlin'. I don't know how to say it
any better than that. I threw our love back in your
face and ran away. I left ya there alone with NO CLUE
what was goin' on. I..." he was afraid to say the last
part, " I don't deserve another chance after the way I
treated ya and if ya want me ta go I will... but if I
can have ONE MORE CHANCE I SWEAR I will never hurt you
again."

There was silence as they sat in the tub staring at
each other. Each needing the other so bad it scared
them. Finally Remy moved; it was clear he was still in
a great deal of pain as he reached out and just barely
touched Logan's face with a wet hand. " Y' still love
me?" came the astonished whisper.

Logan slowly reached out and touched his face in
return, " I never stopped." Logan shifted until he was
straddling the younger man's legs. " Can I get these
wet clothes off you?" He asked barely above a whisper.

Remy nodded and with infinite care he stripped the boy
and dropped the soggy clothes on the floor by the tub.
" I love ya Rem." He took a washcloth and ever so
gently washed his young lover's body, bending and
kissing each part as he finished it until only his
private parts remained. Remy was totally relaxed now,
the hot water taking all the pressure of his sore
muscles and healing body. His cock was the only thing
not relaxed, it stood stiff and begging for attention.
" I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Logan whispered as he let
his eyes travel up and down the perfect body
underneath him.He wanted to drop his lips down over
the hard flesh so badly...

Remy was squirming and thrusting up in barely seen
movements. "Please..." he whispered, "it's been so
long." He opened his eyes and ran his hands down
Logan's long, thick thighs. " It'll be okay...please?"

He thrust up slightly again and Logan could resist no
more. " Try not to move. I don't want to hurt you." He
lifted up and carefully guided Remy's wet organ to his
opening. There were twin moans as he seated himself
carefully on the boy." I'll do everything, you just
relax and enjoy." He started moving then, slowly
rising and falling over his boy. Water spilled over
the edge with every downward thrust and some small
part of Logan's mind hoped there was no one in the
room below. Remy's cock was beyond perfect in his
body. When they were together before it was always
Logan inside of Remy and the only way he ever felt the
boy in him was when he opened his mind, at Logan's
request, and let the empathy flow back into his mind.
He shifted a bit so that Remy was striking his
prostrate and he moaned at the sweet sensation. How
could he have forgotten how they formed a perfect
whole when they were joined like this? It was beyond
description. He rode the young Cajun slowly and
carefully for a long time just enjoying the slip and
pull in his body. Remy's face was the picture of
rapture, his smile was heavenly. When he noticed the
boy was trying to move under him he knew it was time
to end it. " Hold still and enjoy the ride darlin." He
started moving faster, carefully dropping harder on
the boy until he was making little noises that reached
straight into his soul. Logan started pumping himself
as Remy started to fondle and pet his large balls and
opening. " AH AH ah, shit kid, nothing in my life has
ever felt as good as your
hands.dontstop,dontstop,dontstop..." Logan dropped
onto the boy with a guttural moan as he finally found
release. Remy was right behind him, crying out partly
in pain but mostly in pleasure.

They remained joined in the quickly cooling water
until it became uncomfortable and Logan slid off his
young lover with a sigh. " Non, don' move yet. Feels
so good... no pain."Remy whispered as he kissed the
shoulder beside him.

" There will be, that's just the adrenaline. I need to
get you dressed and in bed with pain killers. You
probably won't be able to move tomorrow...I'm sorry I
got carried away." His eyes were sad as he looked at
Remy.

" Don' be sorry Logan." Remy caressed his cheek
lovingly. " Don' ever be sorry f' lovin' me."

Logan stood and stepped out of the tub, there was as
much water on the floor as was in the tub. " We made a
mess," he said as he smiled down at the boy. He threw
on one of the robes hanging on the back of the door
and let the water drain from the tub. " Come on
darlin, let me get ya outta there. Don't you do
anything, let me lift ya." He work an arm under his
knees and the other behind his back and carried him to
the bed. He quickly dried his lover and helped him
into the other robe. "let's get ya under those covers
and warmed up." A few minutes later Remy was snuggled
under the warm covers with a beautiful smile on his
face. Logan sat beside him and brushed his cheek, "
I'm gonna go to your room and get your things...if
that's what you want." He wasn't sure if he was
stepping over some invisible line by assuming Remy
would want to stay with him.

" I've wanted that since...f' ever," Remy said
quietly. He was always too afraid to believe it was
possible that the older man would want him.

Logan's face turned sad, " I asked you this the night
we fought. I never gave you a chance to answer." He
smiled a little and closed his eyes, " We went out
dancin'... Jesus, you were a vision." The smile turned
into a grimace as he remembered the horrible things he
did and said to his unsuspecting lover replayed in his
head. " I was so stupid darlin'."

Remy shifted a little and tried to ignore the pain
that was returning, "I don' remember any o' that," he
said quietly. " I wan' y' t' forget it too. Can' we
jus' start over from th' las' thing I remember?"

Logan smiled again, "what's that darlin?"

Remy closed his eyes and smiled, this was better. He
remembered countless good times, laughing and loving,
touching and talking. " I remember we went out t'
lunch this one time...we took th' bikes.It was warm
and th' sun was shinin. I think...I think it was th'
firs' time y' kissed me."

Logan let his fingers twine with Remy's, " It was," he
smiled. " I was so scared you'd wanna kill me!"

Remy opened his eyes and returned the smile, " So was
I. I was so sure that after y' did it y'd blame th'
empathy-" he realized what he said as the words left
his mouth. " M' sorry Cher! I wasn' tryin' t' say-"

Logan laid a finger across his lips to stop him,
" Shhhh..." He bent and kissed the boy, trying to
chase the fear from his eyes. " All yer life people
have been usin' that excuse to blame ya fer everything
that was wrong in THEIR lives. It was easy... and it
took all the blame off THEM for all the shit they did
to YOU. It's only natural that you'd start believing
it too." He stopped until those uncertain eyes finally
lifted and he captured the gaze, " You NEVER used it
on me... unless I asked and I KNOW you NEVER would."

" Merci Logan."

" I'm gonna go get that stuff now, I can smell the
pain buildin, yer gonna need those pills."He kissed
his lover again and rose from the bed. " Stay put!"

" I gotta. As much as I hate it I need th' crutches
an' y' didn' grab 'em."

Logan relaxed a bit. Everything felt like it did
before. He was going to have to get used to the memory
loss and the timidness again but that was a small
price to pay. " Ill be right back." he hurried to put
on a pair of pants and his ever present flannel shirt
then he found Remy's door key in his soaked pants.
Another quick look at the bed told him the kid was
uncomfortable, he needed to get the meds fast. Once
inside Remy's room he grabbed everything that he knew
to be Remy's and threw it in the suitcase he found in
the closet. Then he went to the front desk and paid
his bill. The boy wasn't going back to a room alone
ever again as far as he was concerned. It took a lot
longer than he planned and by the time he returned to
his room he could smell that the boy was in trouble. "
Rem? You doin' okay kiddo?"

Remy was in bad shape. Once again tears stained his
pale face. " I can' stand it no more." He didn't even
bother to open his eyes. " I can' breath...cher?"

Logan's mind was going in a thousand directions at the
same time. " I gotta call Blue darlin... this is more
than I can help ya with." He sat on the bed, trying to
ignore the moan that came from his lover, and dialed
the med lab's direct number. "come on come on come
on..." Remy moaned again and he reached out and
grabbed his hand so he would have something to squeeze
when the pain hit. " Blue? Finally! The kids in a bad
way." There was a pause as the doctor spoke. " He's
eatin' them like candy, they don't help anymore!"
Another pause, " Hold on..." Logan gently pulled his
hand back from Remy and grabbed the phone book. He
found the number of the closest pharmacy and relayed
the information to Hank. " Are ya sure it's gonna
work?"There was another pause as the doctor spoke.
Remy moaned pitifully and squirmed in the bed, doing
the only thing he could think to do to escape the
torturous pain. Logan took his hand again and turned
worried eyes to the boy, " I will. Okay, thanks
Blue...yeah, I'll call ya back later." He hung up the
phone and turned his full attention to his young
lover. " He's callin' in something stronger. He said
it's the same stuff he gave ya when it was bad in the
lab." He wiped a stray tear from Remy's face, " Christ
kid, was it this bad before?"

Remy waited for the pulsing pain to ease then
swallowed and opened his eyes, " Was worse... but not
much... sorry cher."

Logan was at a lose, his healing factor always took
care of his pain! Most of the time the wounds healed
before he even felt them. " Is there anything I can
do?" He felt guilty because he was sure their
impromptu love making was the cause of the distress
his lover was in now.

Remy panted through the pain, " 'S no' y' fault...
stop feelin' guilty. I did this t' m'self... shoulda
listened to Henri." He cried out in pain again.

Logan watched his gorgeous face contort as another
wave of pain washed through him. " Just hold on
Darlin'. Hank was gonna tell 'em it was an emergency.
They'll send it over anytime now." He brushed through
the short Auburn hair; it felt different than the long
silk he was used to. " I missed doin' this," he said
quietly as he massaged his love's scalp. " I missed a
lot of things we used to do." He tried to think of
things to say to get the boy's mind off the pain. " I
sat outside the lab everyday Rem. I didn't leave
unless I knew Hank had sedated you. I woulda been at
yer side but Ro was mad at me. She guarded you like a
like a pit bull. NOBODY got past her. I was gonna beg
ya to forgive me as soon as the plane landed after
that mission. When I saw you climb up on that roof I
knew what a damn fool I was."

Remy was quiet, "He h-hurt m' Stormy... no way I was
g-gonna let 'im hurt y-y' too. Lotta g-good I
was...huh?"

" Oh kiddo, when I saw you standin' there...you DID
save me darlin. Ya saved me the day ya agreed t' be
with me."

" H-how much longer?" The pain was close to
intolerable now.

Logan knew he was in agony and a thought struck him
suddenly," Darlin? Can ya send me the pain? Does the
empathy work that way?"

Remy panted as he stared into Logan's eyes. Surely he
wasn't suggesting that he'd take the pain! No one had
EVER cared enough about him to do that.He sobbed and
squeezed Logan's hand again, maybe just a little...
maybe he could just send enough to take the sharp edge
off... just until he could catch his breath... " I
don' w-wanna hurt y'..."

" I wanna help. Please darlin'... the healin' factor
can take care of the pain... I can't stand ta see ya
hurtin' like this..." he begged.

" Oui... merci...oui..." he closed his eyes and with a
scream shoved the unending agony at his willing lover.

"Fuck!..." Logan's breath caught as the pain slammed
into him. It took the healing factor a minute to
absorb it all and Logan looked down at his lover with
tears in his eyes, " Oh darlin'..." He closed his eyes
and waited the long minute it took for the initial
pain to pass then took a deep breath, it was easier to
deal with now. He looked down at Remy, he looked a
little better already. His breathing was easier and
the grip on his hand loosened a little. " That's my
boy, let it go. See? I'm fine, you aren't hurtin' me."

"Merci Cher, don' think I coulda stood it any longer."
He sighed and closed his eyes. " 'M so tired..."

Logan stayed at his side brushing through the soft
hair on his head, stopping to rub his temples every
once in a while until his breaths became deeper and he
fell into exhausted sleep. " You rest darlin, God
knows ya deserve it." Logan kissed him softly.

A half hour later a messenger delivered a bag with
syringes and a small bottle of clear fluid. Logan
carefully measured out the correct dose and injected
it into his exhausted lover's arm. He stood again
slowly, stretching his tense muscles and concentrating
on the pain that was still flowing from Remy through
the empathic link he formed. How the hell did he live
with this day in and day out? As soon as he was fit to
travel Logan decided he was going to carry him down to
the lab and have Hank look at him again. He seemed to
be getting worse not better! He returned to the
bathroom and started cleaning up the mess they made
when they made love. That should never have happened.
Remy was no where NEAR ready for it but they were both
so desperate that they lost control. His body still
tingled from the memory of those magical hands
touching him in such an intimate way. It would be a
very long time before it happened again but it would
be well worth the wait. Logan froze suddenly as a
thought popped into his mind ... He still had to tell
Remy about Rogue! A chill passed through his body and
he sat down hard on the edge of the tub. What if Remy
couldn't forgive him for killing Rogue?

What if Remy left HIM?

*****

TBC