Steve waited outside the bathroom door, feeling anxious. They'd have to discuss this. Nobody liked puke, but it wasn't like he'd be offended seeing it, or think less of her for being sick. He could at least hold her hair back. But he also understood all too well not wanting to show weakness, or perceived weakness, to the people you loved.

So, he waited. And when Rogue opened the door, looking drawn and tired and so, so fragile, his heart broke for her. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, gathering her in a gentle hug, reaching up to rest his hand on her head and smoothing down her hair.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry you're going through this. Tell me what you need, okay?" He wasn't entirely expecting her to give in to his request - she was just as likely to tell him she didn't need anything, she'd be fine, but he figured he'd at least offer first, before basically forcing her to let him take care of her. "Right now, this very minute, what do you really want?"