Steve closed his eyes briefly, involuntarily, when she kissed him. God, he was so in love with her, and soon, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from telling her. Especially if she kept being so sweet and charming. He longed for the days when they'd already settled into an easy relationship, but the high of this new-found thing between them would be missed, as well. He'd take all of it, though, so long as he could keep her with him.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled, nodding. "I could go for that." He reached for her hand again, tucking it into his elbow. It was probably old fashioned to take a stroll with a gal's hand tucked into the crook of his arm, but he'd always envied the guys he saw doing that, and now that he had the opportunity himself, he wasn't going to squander it.

"And I know from experience, if you don't take a break from roller coasters, you will end up puking. It's not pretty." He thought about a day, long ago even in his memories, of being coerced onto a roller coaster, and the consequences that had followed, thanks to his defective body at the time. He focused his thoughts on just that memory, and didn't allow himself to think about anything that would set off his recent melancholy and depression. It wasn't an easy task, but he glanced over at Rogue, smiling at her, and it wasn't quite so hard, then.