In Rogue's mind, it was completely okay that he'd reacted as he had, that he'd gone with his instinct and done what he'd needed to in order to be able to come back to her like he had. If she'd been in his place, she might very well have done the same thing. What wasn't okay was her guilt and doubt and the fear that had clung to her when he'd left. He hadn't done anything to warrant all of that.

And his way of dealing with nightmares did sound so very familiar. She'd never let anyone help her with her own terrible dreams back at the mansion, and even Remy she'd pushed away for a good long while, preferring to be on her own so no one could see her in such a state. But then things had gotten bad, with the war and... It had been easier to give in and let Remy help her, and it really had been exactly what she needed.

"I always want to be here with you," she told him, her arms tightening just a little around him. She hoped that she always could be, that they could both get past their own troubles and be there for each other. "Is there anything I can do to help?"