Rogue was just settling the DVD player onto the shelf below the TV when something in Steve's distant voice caught her attention and made her go still. "...you'll always be my girl." It was stupid, she knew it was wrong to even think it, but her heart hammered in her chest and she was standing before she knew it, bare feet padding across the floor to bring her closer to his studio door. It was closed now, and she knew she shouldn't be listening, but she didn't get that close--

"I always love hearing your voice."

Her throat tightened and she could barely breathe. Logic told her it wasn't at all what those treacherous voices were suggesting, and the protective ones echoed that reasoning, but that didn't stop the gnawing fear in her stomach. The anxiety, the doubt that he didn't deserve. Turning away from the door, she forced herself back to the kitchen -- the potatoes needed turning.