Oh boy. He ran up to Rogue to try and explain, waving his arms around like a madman. She always had that effect on him -- he turned into a comedian, into a clown for her love, always trying to appease to that side of her that wasn't like Mystique.

"Ana, wait! Wait!" he blurted, trying to grab her by the arm. "It ain't like dat, alright? It's just dat --" Remy closed his mouth, teeth making a clicking noise. He couldn't tell her...He couldn't tell her so much, not just yet. "--It's complicated, alright? We need t'be away from de team right now for different reasons. Dat's it."