I don't have anything pulls at him in a way that'd get everybody who cares about people - cares about kids - and he watches her closely. "Yeah you do," he says quietly. She's got Laura, and by extension him, and Wanda, and everything that goes with that. (Not that he thinks he himself is some great resource, most of the time; there's plenty of people who'd rather drag every child he comes in contact away from Gambit, Redneck Cajun Criminal Womanizer Villain Extraordinaire, but this is what they've got to work with.)

"You can borrow some pjs and we figure the rest out in the morning, no?" He finishes the soda he's drinking, and pops the synthetic-aluminum tab off, a habit.

Remy stands up, and goes to clear away their dishes - he assumes Laura can march Kiden to where she needs to be without him looming over everyone's shoulders for a few minutes.