There was so much about herself that Rogue wanted to tell Steve, stories that she wanted to share with him so he could know and understand more of her life and who she was. But it was all so wrapped up in darkness and death that it was difficult to even broach the subjects - she didn't want to ruin the good mood by sharing funny stories about her teaching experiences because inevitably her thoughts would turn to what had happened to her students and why she couldn't work with children now. It was a domino effect and there was the eventual crash at the end that she wanted to avoid as long as possible.

If he asked, though, that would make it easier. She almost felt like she was intruding when she brought up the darker parts of her life without prompting, but if he asked about something, then she felt like she had permission to share those things with him. And sharing things... helped, in a way she wasn't ready to admit yet.

His teasing was corny, extremely so, and she adored him for it. Tilting her head back, she let out a full laugh before leaning in to give him a quick kiss, barely able to suppress her grin long enough to press her lips to his. "I can always use more sugar, thank you," she informed him playfully. "Especially when chocolate's involved."