He probably should've been surprised when Rogue entered the room just as he broke down, but all he felt was a sudden surge of gratitude. He shook his head when she suggested leaving him alone, because that was suddenly the absolute last thing he wanted. He reached out and pulled her toward him, arms wrapping around her waist as he buried his face against her stomach. He couldn't calm himself down enough to even begin to explain what was wrong; he would, eventually, tell her, but for now, he just needed her here, present and tangible, a reminder that everything wasn't hopeless for him anymore.