She wasn't his Rogue, no, but she was a human being in pain, and that meant more than any walls that might have seemed to exist between them. If he were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he'd admit there hadn't been much of a barrier between them since she'd appeared in his apartment, but that wasn't important at the moment. He moved an arm around her shoulders, offering the comfort of another person if nothing else.

"Yo' safe now, least as safe as ya can be here."