Steve thought about what might help him relax. What he usually did after a nightmare was get dressed, go for a run ─ a much longer run than his usual morning routine ─ and then if he still felt unsettled, he'd head to the gym. He glanced at the clock; 4:33 in the morning. Not bad for him, actually. They'd gone to sleep just before 11 last night, so he'd gotten a good 4 hours at least before the nightmare. But Rogue was probably still tired.
"Just being here with me is helping, I promise," he told her, and it was very true. Seeing her here, alive and well, standing in his kitchen like nothing had happened (because it hadn't, at least not the way his mind had conjured up for him), was an immense relief, and helped to settle his nerves faster than if he'd woken up from that particular dream alone. "I think I'll eat something, and then go for a run. Burn off some energy. Do you want anything to eat?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly, both for her and himself. He remembered she said she wasn't used to eating a lot, so he didn't know if her body would be hungry again yet, but he had to offer. Although... "'Cause... I don't have much. As I'm sure you've discovered by now," he added wryly.
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"Just being here with me is helping, I promise," he told her, and it was very true. Seeing her here, alive and well, standing in his kitchen like nothing had happened (because it hadn't, at least not the way his mind had conjured up for him), was an immense relief, and helped to settle his nerves faster than if he'd woken up from that particular dream alone. "I think I'll eat something, and then go for a run. Burn off some energy. Do you want anything to eat?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly, both for her and himself. He remembered she said she wasn't used to eating a lot, so he didn't know if her body would be hungry again yet, but he had to offer. Although... "'Cause... I don't have much. As I'm sure you've discovered by now," he added wryly.