Steve saw when Rogue came back to herself, and let his words slow and die out as she started crying. He wanted to pull her forward, cradle her in his arms and comfort her ─ but he wasn't sure she was ready for that, yet. "Rogue," he called, wanting her to look at him. "Marie." He slowly placed his hand, fingers stretched and palm pressed down on the bed, then slid it toward her a little.

"Please. Let me help. Okay?"