The only issue he had with Rogue breaking down in tears was that he could never fix what she was crying over, and he couldn't convince her that she wasn't a burden, that she was more than worth it, after years of believing that wasn't true. But it wasn't in his nature to stop trying, either. He would tell her, over and over, that it didn't bother him, that he loved her for exactly who she was, people in her head and all, until she started to believe it. And then he would keep saying it, because it would still be true.

Steve couldn't help laughing. He shook his head. "Sorry--sorry. I hope I'm not so boring you're falling asleep on me." His face settled into concern, and apology. "I'd like to say that I wouldn't have dragged you out today if I'd known you'd already had a long night..." he grimaced. "But I probably would have. I was so worried, about whether you knew who I was, or not. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I just wanted to get it out of the way. I didn't want to potentially ruin tomorrow, by telling you then, either."