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

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"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 .

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

"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?"

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

"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.

"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."

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.

...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'?"

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

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."

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?"

"Yeah."

With his elbows rested on his knees, he dangled the bottle beneath him and span it around. There was one image frozen in his mind. Dream or not, he owed it to himself to know whether it was real or not. Even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

"One of the times I woke up. I wasn't thinkin' straight. An' I attacked the first person I saw." He turned his head to catch her reaction. You.

If Rogue hadn't just been reminded how important his memories were to Logan, she might have been tempted to try to brush this aside - it wasn't her usual method of dealing with such things, but she didn't want Logan to have to deal with this on top of so many other things. But she knew how important it was to separate truth from delusion. And it wasn't as if she could hide her flinch.

Rogue darted a glance to him and managed a quick, tentative smile, "You've got one mean right hook."

"It could've killed ya."

But it didn't. She wouldn't be here if it had. It wasn't hard to guess how exactly she avoided certain death. She did it the same way he did. For that, he could be relieved.