He saw the hesitation in her eyes as readily as he noted the clench of her hands. She couldn't touch him, not like his Anna could. He looked toward the desk nearby, then a side table where his eyes found what he was looking for. He leaned forward, reaching past Marie's shoulder, and grabbed the pair of Rogue's gloves she'd left behind the last time she'd stopped by, offering them to this new Rogue.

"I got a feelin' those'll yo' size." He smirked at his joke, not making a comment on her missing him. It was painful, that much was obvious, and the last he'd heard, the other versions of him out there were starting to drop off. If that's what she was suggesting, he wasn't sure he wanted to know just yet.

"Ain' got but de one room in dis apartment, chere, but I got a couple others yo' welcome to, 'til ya get yo' bearings. How 'bout I finish gettin' dressed, an' we head out?"