Damning whether she wanted him to touch her or not, Steve moved forward again. He knew as soon as her words broke off that she had realized what had happened to him. He didn't know if she remembered, but it was clear from her actions. "Sw--" he bit off the term of endearment, desperately wanting to say it, but not wanting to possibly upset her more. "Rogue. I'm sorry. Come on, come here." He reached out and took her gently by the upper arm, ready to guide her back to at least sit down on the side of the bed.