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[She couldn't help but shift along with him, moving enough so that she can watch him go through his cat-like stretches with a bit of an amused smile. There's a fondness there too. It hits her right in the nostalgia, from when they were together. He usually hated mornings and getting him out of bed was a chore in it of itself. Absently, she wondered if that's going to be the case today as well. Until then, she enjoyed the view.]

Ah'm afraid to move. [And she's not about to talk about the other reasons why that's the case, focusing on him and them instead. Physically at least. Emotionally was very much still a minefield.]

Both. [She confirmed.] But remember you're only as good as your dance partner before you go takin' all the credit.

I wouldn't dream of it. [Being with her just... it as magical, every time. He knows he has more of a history than she does, a lot more to compare to, but no one had come close to her.

However any thoughts about that were distracted as his brows furrowed a bit, gaze moving back to her.] Sore? [Which, honestly, made sense after, well, all of that, let alone whatever was happening before he had stumbled across her. Dieu this place was weird...] Ya got painkillers stored somewhere I can get ya?

Good to see you've learned somethin'. [She teased while shifting so that she's a bit more comfortable, conveniently working the sheet more over him to trail her fingertips along his stomach and chest safely. Her attention followed that path, which made it easier to avoid his questioning look.]

Nightstand drawer. [She answered the second question as the first was clearly redundant. Next to the pain pills were a few staples that were likely familiar to him. Same woman, same tastes and needs apparently. Don't mind her casually watching to see his reaction to that.]

Skull may be thick, but not that thick. [Remy's gotten to an age where he's happier to admit he didn't know everything, and that there was always room to learn. Especially with her.

However,] Ya makin' it rather difficult to want to move with ya doin' that. [His gaze matching hers, watching her fingers slowly moving against him.]

Hm. [She's not so sure on that one swamp rat, but she didn't fight the statement. He has matured.]

Ah could make things more difficult. [She drawled low, and it's difficult to tell whether it's more of a threat or a suggestion. Probably a bit of both. There's no effort to shift herself or stop the trail of her fingertips though, and she grew quiet and thoughtful as she watched herself.] Ah hate that they can just turn it off, like it ain't but a switch.

[The mind control was one thing, something they've both learned to manage at least, but being able to just turn off their abilities? Specifically her touch so that they can push her into dubious situations? It's terrifyingly invasive.]

Ya say that like I don't already know that. [Remy's own tone unclear on if he was taking it as a threat or suggestion, nor the smile he gave to it. Let's face it, it's not like he really took many of her threats seriously, even back in the day when they were followed up with a punch. Even then he had enough trust she wouldn't intentionally hurt him.

That smile slipped however to a softer expression, a more sympathetic one as he moved to carefully lean into her hair, pressing a kiss against it and staying close.] 'm sorry, Anna.

Just like to remind you. Case you forget in your old age. [She rumbled, the tone leaning more toward a tease than the threat, especially when he leaned in close, her features taking on more of the feelings as the bubbled up to the surface. Her eyes fluttered close as she inhaled deep the familiar scent of him and them, focusing on the warmth and the things that ground her more than she's willing to admit.]

Ah just hate that they can an' ah still can't. Never really have neither.

[Either it was dampened or taken away, or it was Charles flipping a switch in her head. Never had she learned to control her mutation.]

[Remy let out a sarcastic laugh to her comment, but teamed it up with a real smile, showing he didn't take her joking serious at all.

Though it didn't last long, turning to something still equally as real and open, still warm, but more sympathetic as she spoke, holding her close in silence for a moment before speaking.] Still believe ya will Anna, one day. [She's too stubborn to not find a way. Just... with time. And support. Which he was more than ready to give both of those in abundance.]

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