Rogue: I don’t mean that in a bad way, my love. You were just always there, inside my guard. Under my skin. There’s a part of me that’s always been joined with you, even when we couldn’t touch.
And when we could—my lord, Remy, I felt like I could never get enough of you even if I melted into you like snow on wet grass. Like every inch of me needed to touch every inch of you, and even that wouldn’t be—
Gambit: Rogue! Stop!