Bobby felt himself being gently jostled, and he began to stir. “MmmMom? Don’ wanna get up.” His words were slurred; his head hurt. “Aannnn’ you sounnn’ like Rogue.”
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the familiar shock of white and brown hair framing a pretty face. “Oh, Rogue. That … ‘splains it.” He rubbed his forehead. “So tha’s what your power feeeels like. Ugh … head hurts, an’ … an’ mouth feels like cotton. So … kiss at own risk.”