Steve nodded, swiping at his nose again, then running his knuckles against his cheeks and eyes to brush away any remaining tears. He knew he had to look a mess, with red blotches on his cheeks and nose and rimming his eyes - something the serum hadn't fixed, for whatever reason. But he just didn't care at the moment. Rogue had seen him cry before, and, if they continued together for as long as he hoped, she would surely see him cry again. If the worst of him that she ever saw was him crying and looking less than perfect, Steve was more than okay with that.

Standing up, Steve had to pause for a moment while the throbbing in his head grew stronger, before subsiding again. "Kinda groggy," he said, his words slurring just the slightest bit. "Prob'ly won' be able to tell ya much until after I've eaten somethin'." A blanket of calm and apathy had fallen over him, and his accent had thickened even as his words had slowed down.

Never once did he consider hiding this from Rogue. There was no reason to hide it, and it wasn't doing him any good keeping it to himself anyway. He'd always had a confidant to share his thoughts, feelings and fears with. Usually it had been Bucky, or his mother before she had passed on. Now the person he was closest to, the only one he could imagine sharing these things with, was Rogue. He knew she had her own share of sadness and pain to deal with, but he was more than willing to do whatever he could to help her, even if it was just listening and easing her fears, and this was the same, in reverse. Plus, indirectly it involved her, since it concerned his last "relationship", that he was still processing; she deserved to know.

Pushing his hand against his nose once more, he moved toward the bathroom, hoping some cold water would make him feel at least a little more alert.