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Rogue was sitting in the middle of her rooms floor with a bucket and towels. She was trying to mop up her mess. Logan and Blink had gone, she was trying to work through what she'd dreamt. It wasn't going well.

She was getting distracted by the dream, and had paused with a soaked towel over the bucket. She hadn't bathed yet but she had changed. She felt like she'd fought a war. The smell of her own blood was strong in her nose. She hated it.

She made a little dismayed noise as she squeezed the towel out into the bucket and sighed. So much more to go.
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“I have enough money to afford a professional cleaner.” Came the smooth Southern tone from the younger man. He was leaning casually in the door of her bedroom, just watching her. He’d washed the blood off of himself while he cleaned the interior of his car, but he hadn’t gone to his room yet to change his pants.

“How are you doing?” His strong, steady heartbeat. No change, Rogue.

Were you glad you could hear it again or not?
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It was calming. It was there. It was very nice to hear right now. "I can't sleep with the scent in my nose" she said softly before looking over her shoulder at him. Fingers let the cloth fall into the bucket.

One knee was tucked up to her chest. "I'm alive. Being half dead was an uncomfortable feeling." She said honestly, chewing on her lip, she was exhausted, dead feeling, and hurting emotionally. But she just let the tired shine out.

"Sorry for making a mess of your place and car. Again." And for scaring you.that was implied but not said.

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“What was that about not apologizing if you didn’t do anything wrong? I can’t control your bleeding anymore than you can. It’s not your fault, I don’t want to hear any apologies. Not about this. Not again. Understand?” He was smiling as he said it, though-- when was he not? He would push out of his lean but didn’t move from the door.

“Then come sleep in my room. Enough cleaning. Get up.” He wasn’t going to have you cleaning up your own blood.
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She sighed gently then ran her hand through her hair. "I understand." She really hadn't been able to do anything. It had been pretty awful for her to experience. She didn't like it. Didn't want to think about it again. Ever.

Rogue pushed off the floor, getting to her feet and drying her hands of on a clean towel. She made sure she had none on her before she'd head towards him. "My powers are... flaking out." That scared her too.
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“Is that something you dreamed about?” He’d wait until she joined him, then he’d turn and lead her towards his own door. Opening it, he’d hesitate, then nod that she go inside.

His balcony doors, both sets, were wide open. He had a large bed in the center of the huge room, so he could see out both sets of doors. A clearly French-inspired dresser, though it was modernized and had a large mirror-- a few beautiful antiques, a painting hung near the head of the bed, a few other paintings on the walls-- the sketch of Michelangelo’s he’d taken, neatly framed and now hanging as well. He had a little statue on his dresser and a few pieces of (clearly) women’s jewels hung on an antique jewelry tree. Diamonds. Definitely diamonds. Old, from the looks of them.

“You can sleep here.” The sheets were silk. Did you expect any less?
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"I don't remember. I can't remember what happened after w.. I got stabbed.." she'd follow him quietly, fingers running over her arms.

She paused before looking inside then back at him. "I couldn't " she looked for the right words. Invade was what she wanted to say. But she settled for. "Put you out of your own room" , she took it all in, though. There was personality here. It was nice.
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“I was planning on sleeping on the balcony tonight anyway. Take the bed. I insist.” Sleeping on the balcony? Oh yes. She hadn’t looked out there yet-- and at the corner (as this room, like the other, was a corner bedroom) of the balcony there was another bed-- really, it was more like a large hammock, though it was a plush, fluff-filled mattress, it still hung from the beams that jutted out from the roof to hold its weight. Yes, he’d had it put in. Really, it looked quite comfortable. And there was nothing but stars above and ocean beside.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her dream, that was.
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She wanted her room back, the one on the other side and one of those put in. That looked awesome. But she looked at him. Then smiled. "If you insist." She said quietly.

Rogue stepped inside finally. Then coughed at the idea of telling him. "I...it's complicated. I nearly die. You nearly die. And I don't remember much after that. I'm sure I'll dream of it again without the transfer of injuries.I'm more worried about my powers being weird."

Never mind the fact the wound was fully healing slower than she expected. Or that she felt like death with a hangover. Don't mind the fact she stumbled a bit.
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“I’m sure you’ll be fine soon--” He reached out to catch her as she stumbled and would lead her to his bed, then urge her to sit on it. It smelled like him. She’d have that, at least. “I can get you something to wear to bed.” He might have been concerned, but he kept it under wraps. His heartbeat never changed.
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She sighed as he caught her. "Sorry this is a bit tiring" she said softly, it was only a half lie. She was tired but everything hurt still. Rogue was happy to think about sleeping surrounded by his scent. That would be easier.

"Thanks. I didn't think to grab anything" she'd been so absorbed by trying to clean and move that she forgot.
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“Just a minute.” He’d leave the room then, head into hers and easily go through the drawers. He’d been through enough women’s dresser drawers, after all, to have some experience with them.

He came back with a tank top and a pair of shorts. He’d even help her into them if she needed it, but then he was urging her to sit back down and he’d nudge her to lay, then carefully tuck her in.

“Get some rest.”
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She'd let him. The wound was still there but sealed. There was bruising although it was faint. She looked awful though. Then she let him nudge her back, hiding the fact she wanted to wince. Her ribs hurt.

"I'll try. I'm exhausted but... you get sleep too." She'd snuggle down, unable to hide that wince. "I could sleep for a week" she laughed weakly.

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Remy broke into a slow grin when she said she could sleep for a week. “Then sleep. I give you my word, you’re in the safest place in the Penthouse.” It was all manner of protected, this room.

“I’ll just be out on the balcony.” She could come and get him if she needed him.

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"Thank you, Remy" she'd push herself up to kiss his cheek. Then she'd ease herself back down so she could settle in to sleep. It was almost too easy to get comfortable. The room smelled like him, it was like a security blanket.

Rogue wouldn't sleep right away, watching him then out the doors through half lidded eyes.

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