[His hand was uncomfortably warm, but not painfully so. It was a a little weird to be... doing this at all, actually. Doing it with someone who wasn't Loki on top of that added a layer of bizarre. She didn't look at him, though. She looked at their hands and then straight ahead, resting her head against the tree and waiting for something to happen.
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And what happened was a bad joke.
Rogue snorted.] Nice try, Cajun.
['Right, he ain't one for silence.']