Nodding, Steve leaned forward to kiss her forehead again, before going to retrieve the painkillers. He read the directions before shaking two out and taking them back to Rogue.

"Tylenol," he said, handing her the pills. "It didn't say anything about needing to eat food with them." Which, considering her issues with eating still, was probably why she had them stocked.

"Are-- will you be okay for a little while, if I run to the store?" He wanted to get the ingredients he'd need to make some chicken soup. He'd have to go through the cupboards and fridge first though, to see what they already had; this was one of the downsides to letting Rogue run the kitchen - he never knew what was actually there already, on the off-chance that he did decide he wanted to cook.