He really was on a roll now, saying all the right things to calm her frazzled nerves. She didn't entirely believe him, but... maybe she did just a little bit. And that was a start.

Rogue lifted her hands to rest on his arms, just closing her eyes and breathing for a moment. A pounding ache was beginning to settle in her head and it was easier to think with her eyes closed. "I don't want you to go anywhere," she told him finally, her voice betraying the exhaustion that was permeating every inch of her. "I'm sorry for what I said. Thank you for not letting me leave."

Because she would have regretted it. For the rest of her life, she would have hated herself for letting go of this beautiful soul who loved her. She might not deserve him, but she wanted him, and he wanted her. Couldn't that be enough? Shouldn't it be?