As she'd played she'd fallen into the song, the pressure on the keys, and was almost glad Logan hadn't come around to where she could see his face. When she finished, Rogue let her hands rest in her lap and she looked at the keyboard. He made no sound behind her and she stayed silent herself. Those interminable moments of silence were like torture for her. What was he thinking? Did he finally come to his senses about being there with this overly female way of showing how much she cared about him? Was he trying to find a polite way of telling her it pretty much sucked? She could have screamed, the silence was so loud. But just as she was gathering the courage to turn around she was being lifted from the chair and carried back into the bedroom like some scene from a movie.
Her head on the pillow, Rogue looked up at Logan with an unreadable expression. His quiet words made the edges of her lips turn up just slightly. His next admission had her blinking, her small smile frozen on her face. Well that certainly was not the reaction she'd been expecting. It excited and frightened her at the same time, and made her sit up so their bodies were close enough to touch. Unable to come up with a response to that, she thought about what he'd said earlier. "I do have to protect you," she whispered, reaching up to place an airy touch on the side of his face, looking at the stubble on his cheeks, looking at his lips before pulling her hand away. "You're just about the only good thing goin' in my life right now an' if I somehow lose that...Logan, I don't know what I'd do."
It scared her to think about him leaving because she knew he was going to be the one to save her. With every fiber of her being she knew it. When he was around she was herself. She was Marie. She had emotional ties strong enough to keep her there and present. Without him there was nothing to ground her and she was a mess. A carefully hidden mess, but a mess all the same. No telepath would be able to save her from herself. She was sure of it.
"By fallin' I mean I had a huge crush on ya." She looked down briefly, amused at the memory of herself obviously crushing hard on Logan. By the time she'd left to get the cure, those feelings had been pushed aside, relabeled as love of a friend and a mentor. Because she'd told herself she could never have more than that with him. So many years had passed between then and now, and somewhere in the small space of time they'd been reunited those original feelings had resurfaced, changed and matured into something much deeper. "Now..." She looked up finally, searching his shadowed expression. "Now it's so much more than that."