He wasn't sure if it was reflex, muscle memory, or a genuine desire that lead him to bringing Rogue's gloved fingers to his lips, to brushing them against the fabric gently before smiling up at her and letting her hand drop. It was probably best he didn't spend too much time thinking about it, either. Instead, after he'd released her hand, he stood, forcing her to stare at his chest accidentally, and moved off toward his bedroom once more to finish dressing.
"Give me five minutes, mon chere." And, with one last comforting smile in her direction, he moved into the room and slid the door shut. Once the wall was between them, his expression fell and he released the tension in his shoulders in a rush of breath. Rogue, from another reality, but Rogue nonetheless, and tarnished by whatever'd happened there. Emotions so deeply ingrained they seemed more like instincts told him to take care of her, and he wasn't going to deny them. This poor girl didn't have another soul in the world here looking out for her. It may have been against his better judgement, but it was usually what he did: make everything more complicated.
He pulled a t-shirt over his head and socks on his feet quickly before running a hand back through his drying hair that was just beginning to curl at the ends. Tonight was going to be special, alright, he thought, just not in the way he'd expected.
Once he was presentable enough to leave his apartment, he returned to the living room, looking over to Rogue as he stepped toward his coat rack and slipped into a very recognizable trench coat.
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"Give me five minutes, mon chere." And, with one last comforting smile in her direction, he moved into the room and slid the door shut. Once the wall was between them, his expression fell and he released the tension in his shoulders in a rush of breath. Rogue, from another reality, but Rogue nonetheless, and tarnished by whatever'd happened there. Emotions so deeply ingrained they seemed more like instincts told him to take care of her, and he wasn't going to deny them. This poor girl didn't have another soul in the world here looking out for her. It may have been against his better judgement, but it was usually what he did: make everything more complicated.
He pulled a t-shirt over his head and socks on his feet quickly before running a hand back through his drying hair that was just beginning to curl at the ends. Tonight was going to be special, alright, he thought, just not in the way he'd expected.
Once he was presentable enough to leave his apartment, he returned to the living room, looking over to Rogue as he stepped toward his coat rack and slipped into a very recognizable trench coat.
"Ready, chere?"