Between Rogue and Remy were all these delicate threads, the ties that bind. While the love was there, the trust was fragile and easily broken. It tangled up in the fears she harbored and the lies he wielded.

"Ah never know what angles y'all are playin'," she'd chide him when he begged her one more time to just trust him. "Last time Ah did that, didn't turn out so well."

And Remy couldn't deny it, but the last time he'd trusted her, she'd abandoned him in Antarctica. "We could always forgive each other, neh?"

Another try, another touch, another thread.