[She didn't have words to respond to that, more -- a steady assurance. Rogue was so used to going where she wasn't supposed to, to seeing more of others than they would want her to see. She didn't want to force this on him, but if he was offering... well, that was a little scary, but they were friends and she did trust him, it was just always a little jarring for her when that trust was returned. There was nothing she could see, the steady assurance seemed to indicate, that would make her drop his hand.
Her thoughts shifted as he spoke, and he may receive flashes of a picture - his own face, bloodied, half masked in that joker mask, his bedroom, the darkness beyond...] A little bit. Bits an' pieces, I guess? Some parts more'n others.
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Her thoughts shifted as he spoke, and he may receive flashes of a picture - his own face, bloodied, half masked in that joker mask, his bedroom, the darkness beyond...] A little bit. Bits an' pieces, I guess? Some parts more'n others.