Remy always wears gloves. But in the privacy of his room, she strips them off and traces the scars with her fingers, her mouth. He cannot understand why she loves them.

How can she explain to him that the Cure took away her ability to absorb him, but not what she had absorbed? That what Sinister took from him was not the pain or the memories, only the ability to make more?

He’s fought for control, for the right to touch, for the ability to keep his own loved ones safe.

Bobby’s and Cody’s scars never meant anything.

Remy’s do.