Rogue didn't stir when Todd left the bed, which confirmed just how tired she was and how comfortable she felt with Todd and in his chambers. Before, when she'd been on the run for her life, the slightest movement nearby would have woken her. But even during her first days on the hive, she'd slept better than she had in ages, despite the nightmares. There was just something about the atmosphere that appealed to her senses and soothed her mind. She knew very well that other humans would balk at the idea of finding peace on a hive ship, but that was exactly what had happened for her.
She did notice when he returned to bed, though, and when he began making small movements, as if he were moving a hand and little else. Finally shifting so she could blink at him blearily, Rogue mumbled a sleepy, "Something wrong? Or just can't sleep?"
Insomnia was an old friend that she had been glad to be rid of these last few months. With all the jumbled mess in her head, she'd spent many an hour at the mansion prowling the halls while everyone slept, sharing a beer or watching TV with Logan usually. It had been good days when they'd caught a student wandering around when they shouldn't be - Logan was always in prime form at one in the morning when he found the teenagers on cookie runs.
She rubbed a hand over her face and blinked heavily before propping herself up a little on some pillows. How much sleep had she gotten? It felt like nothing at all, though it must have been at least a few hours. Two maybe? The feeling of being completely discombobulated could easily be the result of only two hours of sleep.
was this inspired by the insomnia meme?
She did notice when he returned to bed, though, and when he began making small movements, as if he were moving a hand and little else. Finally shifting so she could blink at him blearily, Rogue mumbled a sleepy, "Something wrong? Or just can't sleep?"
Insomnia was an old friend that she had been glad to be rid of these last few months. With all the jumbled mess in her head, she'd spent many an hour at the mansion prowling the halls while everyone slept, sharing a beer or watching TV with Logan usually. It had been good days when they'd caught a student wandering around when they shouldn't be - Logan was always in prime form at one in the morning when he found the teenagers on cookie runs.
She rubbed a hand over her face and blinked heavily before propping herself up a little on some pillows. How much sleep had she gotten? It felt like nothing at all, though it must have been at least a few hours. Two maybe? The feeling of being completely discombobulated could easily be the result of only two hours of sleep.