When it came down to it, Rogue would rather know than wonder. She could deal, she thought, with being shut out, with being the outsider again. But having him watch her in suspicion, wondering what had happened... that would be worse.

"...okay."

There really wasn't any escaping the fact that living with someone with super senses sucked. And she wasn't a child. She could own up to the consequences of her actions. Rogue didn't run and hide.

Her gloved hand slid off the doorknob and she came to sit on the couch opposite him.