Steve's lack of reaction was, in a way, just what Rogue needed. If he had made a big deal about it, gotten angry or upset or started talking about pretty much anything, she would have started overthinking and worrying again. But this, this approach helped her to stay settled, and she turned when he tugged her, the dress slipping off her hips and pulling on the floor in a puddle of red fabric.

It should have been terrifying for her to stand there in nothing but her new, tasteful black lingerie, but it wasn't. She felt completely at ease with him mere inches from her exposed skin, and the only thing she was nervous about now was him possibly noticing how thin she was and worrying over it. She didn't look sick or entirely malnourished, but she too thin to be healthy, a fact she'd been slowly working to remedy over the past few months. Her curves were still there, but they weren't at all what they used to be.