Drinking with Rogue always made for a winning evening and she hadn't yet remembered that the reason Tequila Tuesdays had been briefly discontinued was one singularly nasty Wednesday morning hangover. So shots were followed by drinks and emboldened by inebriation and fresh off her non-failure with Kurt, Kitty had spilled her guts to Rogue.
Rogue knew the most about Paul-now-Pete than anyone had done, simply because Kitty trusted Rogue to be fairly nonjudgmental. She'd told her, at various times, about the relationship, the break-up, and Rogue had been the one to hear all Kitty's bad feelings towards him afterwards. That made it a little strange to tell her the real situation--his name was Pete Wisdom, he was a spy, he left because his cover was compromised and, he claimed, because he wanted to protect her. That part, at least, Kitty was coming to accept--she'd never be naive about there being real dangers in the world--but it nagged at her as to why he'd even gotten involved with her in the first place, if it was so dangerous. It nagged at her so much she hadn't brought it up with Pete yet, although that definitely loomed large on the horizon.
"There's something about him that's really attractive, in the magnetic sense," Kitty was saying to Rogue when the knock on the door sounded. She immediately froze, thinking for a second it was Pete himself but quickly dismissing that as absurd. Clingy wasn't Pete's style.
"There's someone at your door," She stage-whispered to Rogue.