Steve would never see her as a burden, and not just because he loved her. He'd seen people who had truly been burdens, parasites only taking and never giving anything back, even to the people who loved them and wanted to help them. Rogue was absolutely nothing like that; and even if he had to take care of her every second for the rest of their life, Steve would do it gladly, because yes, he loved her, and that wasn't something that came and went like the weather. He was always going to love her, and when she let him, he was always going to take care of her, however he could. If she needed to see that over time to accept it, than it was nothing more than he was planning on doing anyway, so it was no bother to him.

He was thinking about all this while he got the can of soda, a glass and some ice, and poured it all together, grabbing a straw as well, just in case. He caught himself frowning in frustration over the entire ridiculous idea that he wouldn't take care of her, and made sure his face showed nothing but patience and compassion as he entered the bedroom again.

Sitting down beside her, but giving her a little room in case she still wanted it, Steve handed her the glass. "Careful, it's slick," he murmured, holding on until he was sure she had a firm grasp on the glass, already wet from condensation in the summer heat. He flicked the straw up between his fingers, a wry smile quirking his lips. "Wasn't sure if you'd want this, or not."