Rogue took a deep breath and nodded as he spoke, taking comfort in that soothing touch of his hands on her arms. It was nice that he explained the situation he'd just been talking about, and she could understand why he'd gotten into it in the first place. She would have done the same thing in his place, after all.

"I understand," she said softly, reaching up to set a hand along that strong, handsome jaw of his. "I'm never going to ask you to stop being who you are. It's part of why I love you, that you want to help people. But I'm also never going to stop worrying while you're out there, so just promise me you'll be careful, okay? Just promise that you'll always try to come back to me?"

Her fear was beginning to show, the deep-set terror that she would lose him in a random moment and that there would be nothing she could do. It was a fear that would haunt her for perhaps the rest of their lives.