It was situations like Kylo's that made Gambit glad he didn't have any parents. He could see the other man as he approached and a grin slipped across his lips. His steps were slow and languid, easily measured and took him right up to Kylo.
Thankfully, he'd had three cigarettes before he'd dumped all ten pounds of freshly picked cigarettes into the lake. Ugh. It'd made him sick to his stomach to do, but Hope had asked.
And he didn't want to end up looking like Deadpool!
So, he was without his body weight in cigarettes, but he wasn't craving one, either. What he was craving, was what was in that bottle Kylo was holding.
"An' 'dere he stands, lookin' just as good as ever, mon ami." The words were purred back at the darker man, hand coming out to accept that bottle. He'd take a drink before answering. "Oui, even if it was kinda fun-- looked like y' enjoyed y'self, too." Kylo had been having far too much fun. Remy had, too, if he was being honest with himself. He'd been picking pockets the entire time and had quite a lovely little stash going on.
That was, before he'd woken up in these hobo clothes and his stash had been gone.