Rogue watched Steve as he watched her, and she gave him an affectionate smile at his question. "Of course we can, sugar," she answered. "I've got the whole day to spend with you, there's no rush for anything." She wanted him to know that he could take his time telling her what he wanted to, however long he needed for what she was sure wasn't going to be an easy story to share.

Grabbing the mostly empty carton of juice, she returned it to the fridge before turning back to hold her hand out to Steve. She'd set the timer on his pot to stop warming after so long, so the coffee would be just fine, and she could deal with the dishes later. She was all his now.