Rogue was on her way back from town with a mission accomplished: One bottle of whiskey, achieved. She'd checked in on Logan last night, and a few times during the day when she hadn't been able to sleep, never actually approaching his bed.

One of the times, he'd not been there. And it was only after that when she'd given up and gone to the bar. All she wanted to do was sleep and not think for a little while longer.

He was okay.

And that was doubly proven when she came back and saw him sitting on the porch, "Logan!"