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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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[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

"Uncharacteristically optimistic of you," she said quietly.

"Not that I don't appreciate it." She looked up at him and curled both of her arms up to pillow her cheek on them.

"....I was really hopin' it would just... this would go away, that it wouldn't get like this."

[dreaming-cowboy.livejournal.com]

"I like to surprise people," Spike says, lying down and stretching out, just beside the curl of her arms. "Hoping you'd just wake up fixed, huh?"

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

"Stupid, huh?" she whispered.

"Guess 'mm just a cock eyed optimist when it comes down to it. Oh, Lordy, Emma's gonna have a field day with this." She dug the heel of her pal against her eyelid.

"Except she won't be able t'do anything about it. Oh, God, 's gonna get worse."

[dreaming-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Spike doesn't say anything immediately to this; he doesn't have anything. He's hardly an expert in fixing broken mindscapes. His particular issue, troublesome as it has been, at least does not get worse.

"Has to be something," Spike says. "There's a way out of anything."

The problem is, sometimes that way is dying. This is not an option he prefers.

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

"Outta your own head?" she said. She reached over enough to rest her fingers against his arm.

"I don't know how this is gonna go, Spike."

[dreaming-cowboy.livejournal.com]

"Least it's not boring, then," Spike says, lifting his eyebrows. Looking a little rueful, all the same. This is far from the fun variety of being out of his depth.

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

She met his look with a mildly disapproving one of her own, but there wasn't a lot behind it. It was just dismaying to think about.

"...Spike...." She frowned, but didn't direct it at him.

"This is somethin' out of my control. I used t'have tricks t'deal with it, 'n there was always a safety net but here, it... There's no tellin'-" She pressed her lips together in a line.

[dreaming-cowboy.livejournal.com]

"What you're going to do?" Spike says, reaching out to push some of her hair back, idly holding the white lock between two fingers for a moment. "Rogue, I couldn't work that out before, either."

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

She almost smiled but just ended up biting her lips together to stop from doing anything more.

"But it's not me who'll be doin' it," she said. "I don't know who it will be, come to that. But some of the folks in here are nasty pieces o'work, 'n they'll... If I can't control 'em..." She looked past Spike to the wall.

"I don't know. I don't know, Ah just. Don't know."