Showing how he felt through actions rather than words was a good thing in Rogue's book. She'd absorbed more than enough people to know how often others lied about their emotions, how flowery words could hide terrible things. Having his touch was more important - it meant something to her that words never could. She didn't need elaborate declarations of undying affection so long as she had his arms around her.

Rogue smiled at that kiss to her cheek and squeezed his hand. "Sometimes the ghosts can't be ignored," she counseled gently. "Sometimes they shouldn't be. He was your family, and you're right, you'll never stop missing him. I understand that, and I'm never going to be bothered by that, I promise. Of all the things you have to worry about, that isn't one of them."