Distracted momentarily by Marie moving to hold his hand, he almost didn't catch her quiet words. He glanced up and caught sadness on her face matching the tone of her words. He wanted to stop her there, reach out with a hand on her cheek and tell her she didn't have to tell him anything, not if it was going to hurt her like this.

But he wanted to know, and it seemed like she felt it was something he had to hear. He did reach up and brush a stray lock of soft white hair back behind her ear, letting his hand linger at her neck for a brief moment before pulling back. He squeezed the hand he was holding, and thought about what she'd said.

He'd never heard of the X-Men, and as far as he knew, the Avengers were the first group of superhuman heroes the world had had. But he could tell there was a lot more to this story, so he just nodded. "Okay. Rogue." It felt a little strange to be calling her that, when all this time he'd been calling and thinking of her as Marie. But oddly enough, somehow it suited her.