Waiting
Gambit was staring at the doorway, his heart and mind battling it out as he sat motionless, a firm hold on his daughter as he waited. The Lady should have been back already, a long time ago, and no matter what the purple haired alternate son said Gambit was no ok with it.
But he had his orders, and sat, staring. He hated waiting.
But he had his orders, and sat, staring. He hated waiting.