She was scared. Of him? No, for him. He knew how Rogue worried for him whenever he went on missions. He had to comfort her - again, it wasn't a want, but a need, something straining toward her, to take care of her. It wasn't actually all that different to what he normally felt when she was upset, but it was a hundred times more intense.

The words were becoming sticky and elusive. Steve drew in a deep breath - it didn't help that much, since now he was surrounded by her scent. "I got hit with-- this chemical. It-- it lowers inhibitions, enhances the senses, a bunch of other gibberish I didn't really get. Christ, you smell good." The last came more as a forceful sigh, and Steve closed his eyes, hoping if he couldn't see her, she wouldn't overwhelm him quite as much. "I'm not contagious, or dangerous. They wanted to keep me for observation, but I had to get home. Needed to." The strain, the desperation was evident in that word.

Need. That's all he was feeling right now. His entire body now felt like one huge live wire, and she was the only thing that could ground him.