She wasn't afraid in the moment he seemed about to hit her. It wasn't that she thought he wouldn't do it, but more that she understood it wouldn't be intentional. That wasn't Todd's way, especially not with her.

Rogue would rather he have hit her than to see him deflate as he did. Anger she could deal with, sorrow too, but emptiness was so much more difficult. It pervaded everything and was hard to shake, she knew that very well.

"It's everything," she countered, tears still staining her cheeks. "You have every right to be upset. I'm so sorry for your loss." She wanted to embrace him, to comfort him during this awful time, she just didn't think he would accept it. But she couldn't do nothing, she didn't have it in her, so she did reach out, moving to set a gloved hand along the curve of his jaw. If he would let her.