[Rogue jolted a little at the intensity of that feeling from him. It reminded her of when she'd been inside his mind. She gave him a concerned look as she remembered that room - the surgical bed the odd compulsion to remain in it despite her hatred of those sorts of things.
His hand was hot against hers, not enough to burn, but enough to be uncomfortable as she looked at him.] You alright?
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His hand was hot against hers, not enough to burn, but enough to be uncomfortable as she looked at him.] You alright?
['You wanna stop?']