Steve had been honed for fighting, and with the adrenaline still coursing through his system from being so abruptly awoken, and the entire ensuing ordeal, his senses easily picked up the first minute shift of Rogue's body, interpreting it as her intention to leave, and was off the bed almost before she was.

Normally, Steve would never, ever try to confine Rogue, or restrain her in any way. But at this point, he could see the cracks starting to break open inside her, could tell this wasn't really her anymore ─ or it was, the real her that she'd been hiding from him; it didn't really matter. What mattered was, he wasn't going to let her leave until she was rational again.

She'd barely made it three steps away from the bed when he caught her elbow with one of his large hands, the other coming around to wrap around her middle and pinning her other arm; he pulled her against his chest, curled around her and tucked his head down beside hers, and waited for the fall-out.