Bobby could see Rogue's mind was made up on this. His head hurt far too much to push the issue anyway.
"Fine," he replied, lying on the bed with the crook of his elbow covering his eyes. "Just ... hurry back." Because he wouldn't have put it past Rogue to go off and do something self-destructive, but at this point he was in no shape to do anything about it. Maybe she had a point.
And they still had a visit to Seattle to endure in the morning.