While Gambit took his time in the restroom, Sabo had sidled his way across the room towards the couch and promptly plopped himself down. Having a moment or two on his hands, he removed his hat and began to glance around, taking in the atmosphere - or lack of? Sabo had only taken up residence in his own place a few weeks ago, and it only looked slightly more inhabited, so he couldn't say much.
Then the man of the hour returned, no doubt feeling much better. Sabo's head snapped back towards him, and the initial shock from seeing his...'relaxed' attire seemed to have worn off.
"No problem," he replied with a nod. "It was a bit of an emergency, so it had to be done."
Hmm. Gambit had a decent build - he looked like he had seen some action, and the different ridges and scars of his body seemed to tell an interesting story. Sabo didn't normally care much for strictly conventional beauty standards; he cared about strength.
"Sure, I'll take one. But then maybe we should talk about your new...condition?" he added, his expression filled with curiosity.