Rogue finished up the potatoes and moved on to the eggs, frying a few bell peppers to add to the omelets with a healthy dose of cheese and salsa. Everything was done fairly quickly, and she realized as the last omelet finished that she should have waited to cook the eggs until Steve had finished his call, because she had no idea how long he'd be. Her anxiety was still there, pushed as deep down as she could get it, and as she turned off the burner she decided she'd just check real quick to see if he was still talking. That was all.

So she walked back over to the door, catching the sound of a low response from Steve that she couldn't quite understand and then... Rogue pressed a hand over her mouth and she was torn for half a second on what to do. Should she leave him behind that closed door, alone, to deal with whatever this was? She hadn't even consciously made the decision before she was opening the door and stepping inside, hesitantly moving closer to Steve with concern written across her face.

"Steve..." It was barely a murmur, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and make whatever was upsetting him disappear. But she had to give him the choice. "I'll go if you'd rather be alone..."