For those first couple of sentences, Rogue felt like she was strapped to a guillotine, waiting for someone to release the blade. Her heart was in her throat when he talked about things affecting their relationship, and even when he assured her that they weren't breaking up, she was terrified. But he asked her to listen, and so she did, her hands tightly wrapped around each other in her lap.

Moving to DC. They weren't breaking up, but... he was leaving? That was all she could hear of what he said, the thought ricocheting around her mind. After a moment, the rest did catch up though, and she stared at him in fearful hope. "You... want me to come with you?"