Steve looked up at the sound of a cupboard door closing, and realized that... Rogue had done the dishes. He blinked, nonplussed, before moving over to her again. "You didn't have to do that," he said gently, sounding amused, but also sincere. Steve believed, had been raised to think, that if you made the mess, you cleaned it up. That included doing the dishes. Even if they'd already been living together, he'd still have felt the same way.

He kissed her, one more time, because he just couldn't stop himself, and he really didn't want to. "Okay," he murmured, "I really am going now."