"Okay... Okay," he soothed, smoothing his palm along her shoulder in a comforting gesture. If she didn't mind it - enjoyed it, as much as he was, if not maybe more-so, the way she spoke about it, then he wasn't going to worry about it, just carry on the way he had been.

It didn't really change anything between them, he decided. She didn't seem to want anything to change, just wanted him to know. Maybe she figured he'd think it was strange how often they touched - but he really had no idea what the norm was nowadays, in regards to touches.

Something else she mentioned drew his attention, though. She had... It basically sounded like she had voices in her head. Not irrational voices like she was crazy, but actual people in there with her. That was... well, that didn't sound like a great time. He wondered just how aware of her, and the rest of the world, they were, and how much control they had. How much of Rogue was really Marie, and how much an amalgam of everyone she'd ever touched?

He had to remind himself that none of this was new, for her. She wasn't suddenly a different person, with other people diluting the woman he knew; it was just that now, he was a little more aware of what was going on inside her head. "Well... I hope they like me?" he tried joking. He wanted her to understand that he was okay with all this, that it didn't change anything between them, or how he felt about her.