Rogue wouldn't blame him in the slightest for thinking on things a while, mulling it all over and mentally digesting the information. It was a lot to take in, she knew. So long as he didn't change his mind and run screaming from her, she'd be fine.

"Oh, sugar, I don't mind, I swear," she answered, a bit of desperation seeping into her voice. "I- I love being touched. It's like air to me. That sounds strange, I know, but it's true. For all those years, I had to stay covered up so I didn't hurt anyone, but even with all those precautions people were afraid to get close to me. Every hug or handshake was a gift, and all I ever wanted was more of it." Especially hugs.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she shook her head slightly, sighing at herself because she wasn't done yet. "Being touched by someone helps to ground me, too. It keeps me from getting lost in my own head. Every person I've ever touched is still inside me, these full imprints of their psyche that I can't control even if I want to. There are hundreds of them in here now, so it can get pretty bad sometimes."