Remy lifted Rogue from her feet for a few moments in his enthusiasm. As if he could squeeze all of the weeks spent apart into that span of moments. He was careful with the hold, but only slightly more than Rogue. They had cuddled enough that he instinctively avoided what he had to avoid. He gave her another squeeze, and when he finally set her back down, he kept one arm around her. He only drew back the slightest bit, looking down at her, drinking in her sight and refusing to relinquish a touch.
"I missed ya, t', cherie. Missed ya so much." He leaned in, kissing the top of her head. "I ain't gon lie. It hasn't been very good. But dat don't matter now, dat I have ya. I can't imagine it's been any easier on ya."