Rogue would always worry about him. He was her friend, someone she truly, deeply cared about, and he had her loyalty and trust the way only her team had earned before. Add to that how important he was to his species, with his leadership experience and connections to Atlantis, not to mention his sometimes innovative and unorthodox methods, and she would never be able to stop worrying about him.

She knew what that rumbling sound meant by now, and she would miss the starry sky above them just as much as he would. She didn't mind the blue of hyperspace, but the stars had an almost serenity to them that couldn't be matched by anything else.

She continued to stand there for a few minutes before finally removing her own clothes and heading to the bathroom to join him. Stepping up behind him, she slid her arms around his middle, pressing her front to his back and leaning her cheek against those small birds inked into his skin. She didn't say anything - she couldn't think of anything to say.