Rogue was perhaps more physically affectionate than most people would be this early in the relationship, but she wasn't about to second guess that part of herself. Fifteen years was a hell of a long time to not be able to properly hold someone's hand, and she was not going to give that up for anyone.

The question of how much of her was still Marie was something she'd considered many times over the year. It was true that with the longer absorptions, she borrowed personality traits from the individuals that were sometimes pretty far from her own. She still remembered what it had been like in those first few days following Logan saving her life at the Statue of Liberty - it had been a trying time for everyone.

It was nice that he was trying to joke about it, that he didn't seem to care, or at least he didn't mind it. But he had also hit the nail right on the head. "They do, actually," she told him with a soft, affectionate smile. "They like the way you treat me, and they appreciate how you're dealing with all of this. Remy especially... He always worries about who will take care of me now that he can't."