All things considered, it wasn’t that long before Bobby heard the door unlock, heralding Rogue’s return. He heard the rustling of plastic grocery bags, and when Rogue described what she’d brought back, he risked opening his eyes. He was definitely going to need the Tylenol; he wondered if headaches were common for people who experienced Rogue’s mutant power.
Sitting up, he thanked her and took a couple of tablets, downing them along with a gulp of bottled water. “Yeah, let’s hope we have a better day tomorrow,” he replied, wanting to be optimistic while still being disappointed on how the evening had turned out. Though he was pretty sure it was far worse for her.
“And, uh … thank you. For, y’know … hurrying back.”