So whens it gonna hit us? he wants to ask. Gambit knows it's on both of their minds right now. How is the collective madness going to hit them? He can already feel it with his typical paranoia getting stronger than it's healthy amount. The dreams are certainly too vivid.

He swallows down the harsh remark that almost makes it out of his mouth. Worked before hasn't it?

Note to self: you get mean when you get freaked the fuck out.

"Good thing y'came here den, eh?"

He smiles easily. For some reason it's always been easier to just smile.

"Now y'just got one person annoyin' ya."