Damn it, she did wake him up. As her door opened, she buried her head further under the covers. It was a rather juvenile thing to do, but hiding felt like the best action to take for the time being. His touch, separated only by the thin sheet, was an instant comfort that had her feeling guilty all over again for avoiding him. Though she was older now, there was still a part of her that would always fear his reprove. If he knew what she'd done...but she couldn't tell him. He would make her stop. And that thought was more frightening than his disapproval. Soon enough the memories would just become as natural a part of her as her own were, as all the others, and she'd want that high again. There were so many powers, so many possibilities...
"Just had a nightmare," she said after a minute, feeling him sit. There was no trying to convince Logan she was asleep. His enhanced senses didn't allow for that type of thing. Most of the time it wasn't a big deal, she even envied him them for awhile. Right now they just irritated her. "Sorry if I woke ya." It was tempting to just stay buried and hope Logan would take her simple explanation and go. Except it was Logan, not a typical guy, at least not with her.
The covers were pulled down from her face in time to see him shake his head, and Rogue frowned. His facial features were half covered in shadow, half illuminated by the moonlight. What she could gauge from his expression was enough to make her wonder what he was thinking. She took a minute to trace the lines of his profile with her gaze, shapes and curves she was so well familiar with but never took the time before to really appreciate. Did he even know how handsome he was? If she asked, he'd probably just snort, growl, anything but accept the compliment. Knowing that made her smile to herself. Some things would never change.
"I got a confession to make." Her voice was quiet but she knew he'd hear her perfectly fine. "That night I came in to wake you up 'cause you were havin' a nightmare? Wasn't my first time in there." Why she was telling him this now was anyone's guess. It just felt like she needed him to know all the things she'd hidden from him when she was younger. Maybe that would make the things she was hiding from him now not so heavy. And just maybe it would be enough to distract him from her own nightmare. "The night before I couldn't sleep. I was actually pretty close to havin' a panic attack. New place, new people. I was just a little country girl who never left her parents more than seven hours a day for school. When I found you and you helped me, you became my only anchor." She pulled the covers down to her shoulders, a hand coming up to rake though her hair. "Anyway, I went to find you an' you were dreamin'. Tossin' an' turnin' an' I couldn't leave. So I slept in the chair in the corner of the room an' left before you woke up. When I went back the next night...well, you know what happened."
Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, feeling the heat rise in her face at the revelation. "Bobby hated you for a long time 'cause I wore your tags." She smirked, remembering. "Then he was afraid of you for awhile after Stryker's guys got into the mansion." She fell silent to allow the flood of memories of that night, her own, Bobby's, John's, to play out like a badly edited movie in fast forward though her mind. She could see things she hadn't noticed then, now. The way her own fists clenched when Logan popped his claws. Like she knew what it felt like, to brace for that quick shot of pain before the healing kicked in. It was Bobby who'd noticed it, and it scared him a little. After a moment Rogue mumbled, "I'm just ramblin'. Feel free to ignore me. I'll shut up so you can go back to sleep an' I'll try an' do the same."