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[Action, January 3rd]
[Voice, March 8th]
[Written, June 11th]

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[snikting]

"That from the bar?"

He nodded towards the bottle she had. It obviously was. But it was more an invitation to talk about something more mundane .

[touchofrogue]

She was embarrassed by him seeing it - a sign of weakness. She shrugged, "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. So I decided I'd cheat today."

[ Action, October 16th ]

[snikting]

"I'd have suggested you never see 'em again." But not stopped her. Maybe. He was being generous there. He suspected he'd have gone and settled it himself.

[snikting]

"Hmm." He leaned back a bit before pulling his beer up, so the other side of the stairs were no longer taken up. "There enough to go around?"

[touchofrogue]

"I'm sure not gonna drink the whole bottle," she smiled a little, but was still hesitant to come closer.

[calmbeforethe]

[She nods. She knew that now, of course. But he'd attacked her before they even knew about the virus. At the time it happened, she didn't know what to think.]

Of course. [She smiles briefly, almost wryly.] It is good to have you back. You missed all the excitement of the last week.

[snikting]

"Good. Not that I ain't willing, but I'd prefer not scrapin' you off the floor."

Not did he have any desire to see her hugging a toilet like it was her best friend.

[snikting]

That right? Cuz I heard I was there. Even if I don't exactly recall it.

[Memory loss. Again. It was becoming an unsettling pattern.]

[calmbeforethe]

[She shakes her head simply.]

That was not you, so it does not count.

[touchofrogue]

"Heh. No one loves a drunk in the mornin'," she said, cautiously edging closer. Carefully, Rogue came to sit on the step on the very opposite end of him.

"I'll top off your mug."

[snikting]

It was my body, 'Ro. That counts enough.

[He'll make allowances for some things when you lose control. But he shouldn't have lost control on her. Not when he could still think.]

[snikting]

Logan lifted his bottle, the top cut cleanly off, and nearly empty at this point. It served as well as any cup might at this point. But he was silent. Ether there was nothing to say or just too much of it. He preferred the former.

[touchofrogue]

...well. She uncorked the bottle and poured some into his bottle.

Rogue eyed the bottle of whiskey and just brought it up to her lips for a quick swig. It burned going down and she turned to look at Logan.

...well. If he didn't like her question, she'd lived through being skewered once. "How're ya feelin'?"

[ Action, October 16th ]

[touchofrogue]

"An' that's exactly what I tried ta do," she looked up at him then, eyes hard and wounded. "So what's the problem?"

[calmbeforethe]

You were under the influence of something you could not control. [Finally she comes forward to sit next to him on the porch, a respectable distance between them, cup of tea still in her hands.] None of us could have predicted or prepared for anything like it. It was not your fault.

[snikting]

[He lets out a growl of frustration. He's not angry. But he's trying to apologize, in his own non-apologetic way. She's not making it easy.]

Look, Ororo. For me, it counts. Understand?

[snikting]

"Probably better than everyone else who came back."

Benefit of his healing factor. Physically, he was as fit as ever. Granted, it spoke nothing of how he felt.

But he never talked about feelings.

[ Action, October 16th ]

[snikting]

"You did it on yer own."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue recognized a closed door when it was shut in her face. She didn't knock on it, just took a sip from her bottle.

It terrified me to see you like that.

I'm so sorry. I know it was all my fault.

[calmbeforethe]

[Well, what else could she say to that? She glances at him curiously at that growl, before looking back to her tea.]

Whatever the case, it's in the past now. We are here, alive and well, are we not? It's all right.

[She takes a sip.]

... Of course, I would rather not go through it again if we can help it. I know it wasn't pleasant to have a few thousand volts of electricity coursing through your skeleton. [She gives him an apologetic smile; there, see. he can have an apology right back!]

[snikting]

Silence. It wasn't always as refreshing as it could be. After taking a long hard swig himself, Logan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

"... I don't remember most of what happened. An' I ain't sure how much went on and what I dreamed up."

[snikting]

It ain't the first time it's happened to me.

[A snort as he spares a glance at her.]

Thanks for that. You put me down before I could do some real damage.

[touchofrogue]

"You weren't yourself for most of it." The whiskey was starting to get to her, just enough to loosen her tongue. "The doctors said those memories shouldn't stick."

She started to bring up a hand to rub absently at her chest, caught herself, and tucked a strand of her hair back instead, "Trust me, ya won't want 'em. We had ta keep you restrained for most of it."

Until you got so sick you couldn't have hurt a fly.

[snikting]

More memories he wouldn't get back. Whether they're bad or not, they ain't something I'm keen on just losin' again.

"Maybe so. But I recall some bits after Storm took me down."

[touchofrogue]

She knows. She knows what losing his memory means to him. But Rogue also knew what it was like to have the memory of being yourself-and-not-yourself, cravings that you couldn't shake, another person who had been you stuffed inside your head. Both ways were bad. But she was kind of glad he couldn't recall the need to chew human flesh.

She shifted a little uncomfortably, took another sip of whiskey, "Yeah?"