That need to touch, to know that the other person was real... It was something Rogue could relate to on a very deep level. There was still an entirely irrational fear at the very back of her mind that this was all just a dream she was having, that she was still back in that lab and her mind had finally broken and given her a delusion in which to escape. But being able to touch Steve, to reassure herself that he was actually, physically there, went a long way toward convincing herself that this second chance wasn't a lie.

When he let her go, she took a seat at the island as well, pouring a small glass of juice and slowly tackling her own plate of food. It was good, she was a little pleased with herself for it, and she made a note to make it again when Steve would be able to more properly enjoy it. It wasn't hard to miss the way he wasn't digging in like usual.

The silence that stretched between them wasn't pressing, at least not to her, and she just waited for them both to finish their food before doing anything, and even then it was just reaching over to take his plate to put in the sink with her own. "Would you like some coffee, Steve?" she asked him in the same soft voice she'd been using for a while now.