Remy Etienne LeBeau (

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"Y'ain't wrong," Remy said, leaning against the bar. Closer into her space, even if she was all the way across it.

It wasn't so large a difference.

"Wouldn't be fair or right of me, bein' upset for longer than my ego was bruised," he decided with a crooked sort of smile. Maybe she should have told him, and it shouldn't have been like this, but what was done was done, and they'd been through plenty worse. Erik wasn't even here. He was a man of the past, ridiculous head bucket and all. "Considering you had t'meet my wife, early on, non?

"De rien," he said, smoothing the air. "What're you doin' tomorrow?"

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