Seeing him waiting there— A weight lifts from Rogue's chest and suddenly she can breathe a little easier. He's still here. For whatever reason, he's still here and she hasn't been abandoned again.

There's no hiding the exhaustion in her movements, the dark smudges under her eyes and the slightly lower timbre of her voice, but her smile is bright nonetheless as she approaches him. With a fond pat on his hood, she greets him, "Morning, sugar," before popping the door and sliding inside. It feels like home, and the tears that threaten are ones of happiness. What a nice change it makes.