Rogue would never compare Steve to Remy in any sort of negative or critical way. She might consider how different or similar they were, in general or with specific matters, but both would be wonderful in her eyes, because both men were so important to her.

Groaning a little, she hid her face against his shoulder. "I know," she admitted quietly, wishing she didn't have to approach the subject at hand, but feeling that she should. "I know I need to eat something, I know that I'm hungry, but I don't feel it. I don't really have much appetite, and I have to force myself to eat most days. Even chewing feels weird sometimes."

It wasn't the most pleasant subject, when you thought about just how she'd gotten to that point. She didn't want to spell it out completely, it was too... But she would if Steve asked. She would always tell him anything he wanted to know about her past if he asked her.