It was not the best basis for friendship, but it was a decent one. She had seen too much, done too much, been apart of too much to have good control. Oh, she was world's better than she had been in her early days, but in the end, the better she got the worse she got. People used her for a weapon, a last ditch salvation, and that meant she got more people in her head.
And the more personalities, the harder it was to be Rogue.
And like him,. she wasn't sure how much more she could take before snapping. She was stretched thin as it was, and losing Leonard had been one more crank on the line. "I do too, but at least we have someone who gets our troubles. It's..." she waved a hand a bit "I don't want to say nice, but it is. To know that I'm not alone in my struggle to maintain control."