Worry warred with emotion as Rogue continued to be confused, looking for Remy. It wasn't that she'd woken up disoriented and it had taken her a moment to remember where she was. On top of her fever, it wasn't a good sign at all. Underneath all that though, it hurt that when she was sick and confused, she instinctively looked for him. Steve ruthlessly pushed the feeling down, because what did he expect? She'd been with Remy for he didn't even know how many years, through some of the worst times of her life. He'd been in Rogue's life for approximately six months. There was no comparison.
"He's--" his throat closed, and he couldn't help but move forward, reaching out to support her as she started coughing. "You're sick, Rogue. You need to get back in bed. Come on."
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Date: 2017-02-27 04:46 am (UTC)"He's--" his throat closed, and he couldn't help but move forward, reaching out to support her as she started coughing. "You're sick, Rogue. You need to get back in bed. Come on."