It certainly wouldn't be an imposition, in Steve's mind, anyway. He kind of missed having someone 'underfoot', as it were, always there, even if they weren't directly interacting. He didn't mind being by himself, but especially in this new time, when the only real 'friends' he had were just his teammates, who were more like acquaintances, it would be nice to just... have someone invading his space at times. Bucky used to barge into his place at all times of the day and night, half the time without even knocking, just using the spare key Steve had kept hidden by the door.
Having Rogue around would help get him out of his head some, too, which Steve knew he really needed. He went out and ran in the mornings, and when he was still feeling antsy and cooped up, he went down to the gym, but otherwise, he didn't have a lot to keep himself occupied. He'd walk around and listen to conversations, then search Google for things he'd heard but hadn't understood. Sometimes he got 'lost down the rabbit-hole', as Tony had called it (a phrase he understood, even if the context had been different), searching one thing and finding another, and then another. But after a while even that got tedious, his mind spinning with all the information he'd just learned, and the knowledge that there was still probably 20 times more that he'd never heard about.
But with Rogue there... well, he wasn't sure, but he thought he might feel more settled, having someone else around, and that person being Rogue would just be that much better.
"Trust me," Steve said, with a slow smile, "you really, really will." He still wasn't very good at explicitly stating things, telling her how it made him feel just thinking about her wandering around in his clothes - he got embarrassed just being caught thinking about it, after all. But he hoped eventually, he'd be able to tell her just how stunning she was, and how her in his clothes made him feel. Until then... well, he'd just have to show her.
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Having Rogue around would help get him out of his head some, too, which Steve knew he really needed. He went out and ran in the mornings, and when he was still feeling antsy and cooped up, he went down to the gym, but otherwise, he didn't have a lot to keep himself occupied. He'd walk around and listen to conversations, then search Google for things he'd heard but hadn't understood. Sometimes he got 'lost down the rabbit-hole', as Tony had called it (a phrase he understood, even if the context had been different), searching one thing and finding another, and then another. But after a while even that got tedious, his mind spinning with all the information he'd just learned, and the knowledge that there was still probably 20 times more that he'd never heard about.
But with Rogue there... well, he wasn't sure, but he thought he might feel more settled, having someone else around, and that person being Rogue would just be that much better.
"Trust me," Steve said, with a slow smile, "you really, really will." He still wasn't very good at explicitly stating things, telling her how it made him feel just thinking about her wandering around in his clothes - he got embarrassed just being caught thinking about it, after all. But he hoped eventually, he'd be able to tell her just how stunning she was, and how her in his clothes made him feel. Until then... well, he'd just have to show her.