He wasn't wrong about 80's fashion, it was pretty horrific and entirely memorable for that fact. Rogue made a mental note to share some of the better 80's movies with Steve, the ones that were often mentioned in pop culture references, so he'd be able to understand just what people were talking about when they referenced big hair and the like.
There were so many things that she wanted to share with him. Things that she enjoyed that also existed in this universe, things that he'd need to learn about to muddle through conversations with the average person, things that were just fun or important. It was part of the need she felt to take care of him, to care about him and his well-being. She was a helper, she had been since she was little, and she wanted to help him navigate through this new strange world they'd both been dropped into.
"I can't imagine being colorblind," she admitted quietly, tightening her arm around him briefly in a gentle squeeze. "I can see how it could cause that problem, though. Your friend sounds like he was a good man, and I'm glad he took care of you the way friends should." There was amusement in that sentiment, because friends were always the ones to care about your fashion choices - she'd gotten more than her fair share of that from Jubilee over that years, that was for sure.
Leaning back a little so she could look at Steve, she gave him a soft smile as she studied his face. "He was right about the blue," she finally decided. "I love the color of your eyes."
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There were so many things that she wanted to share with him. Things that she enjoyed that also existed in this universe, things that he'd need to learn about to muddle through conversations with the average person, things that were just fun or important. It was part of the need she felt to take care of him, to care about him and his well-being. She was a helper, she had been since she was little, and she wanted to help him navigate through this new strange world they'd both been dropped into.
"I can't imagine being colorblind," she admitted quietly, tightening her arm around him briefly in a gentle squeeze. "I can see how it could cause that problem, though. Your friend sounds like he was a good man, and I'm glad he took care of you the way friends should." There was amusement in that sentiment, because friends were always the ones to care about your fashion choices - she'd gotten more than her fair share of that from Jubilee over that years, that was for sure.
Leaning back a little so she could look at Steve, she gave him a soft smile as she studied his face. "He was right about the blue," she finally decided. "I love the color of your eyes."