Taking a slow, cautious breath, brow still furrowed in confusion, Steve leaned forward, moving from sitting to kneeling, squinting at Rogue's hand but taking longer than it should have for him to comprehend what he was seeing. He reached out to swipe away the drying blood, but paused with one arm outstretched, not wanting her to pull away from him again.
Still, he didn't have to touch her or remove the blood to see that her skin was unbroken, fresh and pink and new. He could practically see the small scars disappear as her skin continued to heal rapidly, just like--
Just like his did, when he got injured. He glanced down at his hand, still suspended slightly in the air, before looking back at her. "Was that your power?" he wondered quietly, more to himself than asking her for confirmation. "I'm glad you're okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
He paused, remembering what she'd explained about her power, how it absorbed the memories and thoughts of people she touched. If she'd absorbed even a fraction of him, then she knew... She knew what kind of person he really was. What he'd gone through, what he'd learned at a very early age. No one was ever supposed to find out about that.
Steve's face took on a look of panic. "I'm so sorry, Rogue. Please, I don't care if you don't move in, it was just-- Just-- stay, okay? Don't leave."
Don't leave me. Please, his mind whispered. I can do better, I promise.
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Date: 2017-01-12 03:50 am (UTC)Still, he didn't have to touch her or remove the blood to see that her skin was unbroken, fresh and pink and new. He could practically see the small scars disappear as her skin continued to heal rapidly, just like--
Just like his did, when he got injured. He glanced down at his hand, still suspended slightly in the air, before looking back at her. "Was that your power?" he wondered quietly, more to himself than asking her for confirmation. "I'm glad you're okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
He paused, remembering what she'd explained about her power, how it absorbed the memories and thoughts of people she touched. If she'd absorbed even a fraction of him, then she knew... She knew what kind of person he really was. What he'd gone through, what he'd learned at a very early age. No one was ever supposed to find out about that.
Steve's face took on a look of panic. "I'm so sorry, Rogue. Please, I don't care if you don't move in, it was just-- Just-- stay, okay? Don't leave."
Don't leave me. Please, his mind whispered. I can do better, I promise.