Rogue didn't hear him come down the hall, but she noticed when he appeared at the corner of her field of vision, just at the edge of the kitchen. Her breath hitched when he crossed his arms because it did look... But he changed his posture and she breathed a little easier.

And then he asked that question and she couldn't hear the apology, just an accusation that he hadn't made, but that someone else had a long time ago. Too many someones, always mistrusting her and worrying that the foster kid would steal something or break something and they wanted the money she brought them but not the hassle. There were good foster families out there, she knew that, but she'd never been lucky enough to end up with one of them, and instead she'd been tossed around by the people who made her feel completely worthless and unwanted.

What if Steve decided he didn't want her anymore? What if he came to the conclusion that she really wasn't the hassle and he wanted out of this beautiful thing they'd started? She couldn't fight that, couldn't hold on to him if he wanted to send her away. She would have to go back to being completely alone and she... She couldn't survive that.

All of that was shoved back down and she let her hand fall from the open cabinet door to turn to face him. "I was just seeing if you had anything for tea," she explained carefully, almost hesitantly, and with worry in her expression. "I wanted to do something to help you, but I didn't really know what." She lowered her head again and her hair fell back into her face, a waterfall of brown and white to try to help her hide from... everything. "Are you okay?"