"I haven't noticed anythin'," she told him quietly. If she had been cut or bruised, everything healed up before she'd ever had a chance to notice it. The strength she remembered bits and pieces of only because it had come with an extra set of arms. They were beginning to disappear as she began to get a grasp on herself and break down. Remy had been there for her then. Emma had witnessed it. Definitely not one of her finer moments. "Teach me then." Rogue looked at Logan in a way that was almost pleading. "Here on out, you tell me to jump an' I'll ask how high. I gotta get this under control."
Sorting through the voices was easy in theory. But he didn't hear them like she did, didn't feel what they made her feel. Still, she wasn't going to argue with him, not tonight. She was too tired. The exhilaration at seeing Logan for the first time in so long was wearing off and she was getting ready to crash. It felt like a weight on her body. "It does make sense," she told him. "An' I know I'm not an abomination. Right now I know that an' I believe that. Ororo taught me that if she taught me anythin'." This was going to be a long hard fight. At least she could take comfort in the fact that Logan knew her and would know when she wasn't herself. If she'd still been in New Orleans when this happened...it would have been unthinkable.
"She is screaming." She was quiet for a long moment, brow wrinkled in thought or worry. "She's trying to hold on but...she's not doing so well." The exhaustion wasn't helping her stay in control any. There was genuine sadness in her comment, even pity. Like she wasn't talking about herself at all but someone apart from herself. "It wears on you after awhile, fighting all the time." Rogue's face lifted but her eyes were different. "You know what it's like."
And then he touched her. Her eyelids fluttered, unfocusing, refocusing, latching on to Logan's gaze. "Logan." She whispered his name, leaning into the touch that she knew would be over far too quickly. His hand felt so large against her cheek and not as rough as she'd always imagined. And it was so comforting and gentle. The second she felt that familiar buzz of soft electricity, she went rigid. Pulling away was the last thing she wanted to do, and somehow she knew it was Logan who needed to break this connection. When they parted, Rogue opened her mouth as if to speak. Thinking better of it, deciding it was better to keep her thoughts to herself, she simply smiled at him.
So the key was to accept the fear without embracing it. Sure. She'd get right on that. Rogue took a deep breath before finishing off her tea and setting the empty mug aside. "Magento...he don't bother me too much. I mean I can feel the way his thoughts are different an' all. I know when he's comin', what to look out for. It's his memories that mess me up. They almost make me empathetic toward him sometimes an' that ain't the way I wanna be feelin' about him. Ever."
It was hard not to smile crookedly at what Logan suggested. She arched a thin brown solicitously. "Are there really? Logan, I never would'a thought that was somethin' you'd even think about."
Sobering some, she nodded. "Yep, I'll do that. Startin' tomorrow." She yawned behind her hands. "I don't think I could handle it tonight."