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[un_gloved]

Rogue's room had the air of one that was unlived in. It had been almost half a year since she'd begun sleeping at other people's places. Mostly Spike's, a few times Wolverine's, but almost never in a room alone. She spent time her in her room, and kept things there, but it didn't feel the way it had when it had been constantly a mess and fully hers.

That kind of thing seemed to be going around. At least, her room wasn't the only thing that felt half-alien and unfamiliar.

After more than two hours of not moving, Rogue's eyelids twitched. Her lashes fluttered open and she took in the room with a calm, steady gaze. Not sedated- not any more- although a certain lethargy clung to her initial movements, turning her head and and shifting against the mattress, pushing herself up on her elbows and frowning a little as her head fell forward, heavy.

"Mnh."

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[thedevilhisdue]

"Non," I say, automatically moving to sit at her feet on de bed, staying close long as I can. "No apologies, no tears, not for dis, not for my sake, y'hear?" She's de one who's all messed up on account of what I've done, she doesn't get to be sorry for dat. I'm not worth it.

"I may not know all dat much 'bout what went on between us, but I know I'd've said de same."

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She bit her lower lip and nodded, solemnly. He wasn't going to tell her. Whatever it was, it was too deep a secret, that much was clear. She just wasn't sure what that meant for her.

"Okay," she sighed, blinking rapidly, the last of her tears clinging to her lashes.