"Ah dunno, Ah've never been in here so late at night." Rogue said, giving a little shrug. She wasn't sure she wanted him there, though. She couldn't figure out if she wanted company or not.
Maybe she could just... pretend. She could pretend she'd just had her tonsils out, or something. Not that she'd just put a girl--a friend--into a coma.
"Remy? Could ya... Ah mean, the bed's big enough fer two... if ya grab a sheet...? Ta put b'tween us?" She'd decided she didn't want to be alone.