[ Rogue steps just to the side, not really intending to look over his shoulder while he fiddles with the machine but also not nearly as eager to keep a decent amount of distance between herself and other people as she usually is. The idea that he’s Like Bobby, which seems to have alarmingly implanted itself in her head, or that, at the very least, he’s trustworthy in that Bobby Drake sort of way, has her defenses lowered more than usual.
And she certainly hadn’t asked for company just to throw up an impenetrable wall between him and any vulnerability she might show.
Aside from work, Rogue can’t say she’s spent a lot of time in the Down outside of Haven. All she knows is that the public housing is lacking. And that there’s a great chance she’ll get mugged if she wanders around alone. ]
Really? Why?
[ It’s a blunt question. Not even close to polite, but she blurts it out because she can stop and think about how entitled it sounds. If she’d really stop to think about it, she’d get it. She knows how uptight and too fancy and uncomfortable her own apartment is. Being left alone, for the most part, in the Down and not feeling like there’s always someone watching must be great. ]
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And she certainly hadn’t asked for company just to throw up an impenetrable wall between him and any vulnerability she might show.
Aside from work, Rogue can’t say she’s spent a lot of time in the Down outside of Haven. All she knows is that the public housing is lacking. And that there’s a great chance she’ll get mugged if she wanders around alone. ]
Really? Why?
[ It’s a blunt question. Not even close to polite, but she blurts it out because she can stop and think about how entitled it sounds. If she’d really stop to think about it, she’d get it. She knows how uptight and too fancy and uncomfortable her own apartment is. Being left alone, for the most part, in the Down and not feeling like there’s always someone watching must be great. ]