Rogue America Verses Shenanigans

Rogue was still asleep and in much the same position she'd been in when Steve had left the apartment, although somehow the blankets had ended up bunched up at the end of the bed and half on the floor. She shifted when he came into the room, less at the slight sound he made but more the shifting of the air and the instinctual knowledge of someone else being in the room.

"Hey," she croaked quietly, her throat aching something fierce. "Back already?"