Rogue's smile widened a little when he turned to look at her. "Yep, me," she agreed lightly. "No place in particular. Just needed some air and to stretch my legs, you know?" When she reached his side she motioned with a nod for them to continue their walk. Finally seeing him face to face again didn't help make up her mind over telling him the truth about his memories but if she did, Rogue knew she couldn't just blurt it out. Not when some of the memories involved another boy during intimate moments. A big part of her wanted to tell him, they were his memories and he had a right to know that she now shared some of them. How was she supposed to go about it, though?
She'd never had this conversation with anyone outside of Bobby, in fact, he was the only one that knew about the third side affect of her touch. Well, maybe the professor as well, there had been some looks he'd given her after she'd dreamed of Magneto, but he was long gone. Maybe she should hold off on the confession until she figured out the right way to tell Kurt, though she suspected there really was no right way. Not about this. If guilt wasn't involved, she'd be tempted not to say anything at all to avoid any awkwardness between them she was sure would crop up.
"That and I've been using the time to think of a place to visit with a friend when things calm down. Haven't had much luck, though." Rogue wrapped her arms around herself when the wind picked up and she glanced over at Kurt. "I know it's a bit of a dumb question with everything going on," she'd read Rachel's name on the list of those infected, "but how've you been? Haven't really talked to you since October."