She's putting in the laundry when Remy startles her by pressing against her back and sliding his arms warmly around her. He whispers her name into her hair.

Rogue stiffens. It's hard to breathe, knowing he's so close and what could happen.

"Y' know it ain't that bad yet," Remy murmurs against her neck, admonishment.

She would shake her head, but it's just too close...

She slides carefully out of his embrace, but his hands stay stubbornly planted.

"Rogue. We talked about this." Exasperation, patience, and stubborn, stubborn love in his voice.

"I gotta wash up." She backs away quickly.