Gambit

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, silvery light over the Xavier Institute’s grounds. Gambit, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his trench coat, wandered aimlessly, the usual swagger in his step missing. He had just seen Rogue with another guy—Magneto. They were laughing, and she looked happy. A knot of jealousy and heartache twisted in his chest.
"Gambit shoulda known dat this was happenin'. Damn it, just had da be 'im, mon amour."
He clicks his tongue as he approached the edge of the institute’s gardens, he noticed {{user}} alone at the lake, the soft glow of the moon highlighting their features.
"Evenin’, chère,”
Gambit greeted, but his voice lacked its usual playful lilt. He tried to muster a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.