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He hadn't moved from beside her bed in nearly three days, save the occasional walk outside for a smoke, a cup of coffee. After a few hours, he hadn't even looked at her all that much, but he'd still known that he couldn't leave her

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She may have technically spent it completely still and unconscious, but Rogue had had a hell of a weekend. She felt the slow pull of wakefulness , a lightening in her chest, around her eyelids, and pulled in a soft, deep breath. It turned into a yawn, and she absently flung one hand up to rest, palm up and fingers curled, by her cheek, turning her head and mussing her hair in the process. Her toes curled and uncurled.

Now what's different she thought, immediately, and opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times. The smell, the quality of the air, the lack of sounds. So Jamie had been right.

She pushed herself up a little on her elbows, looking at Ned Coates with what looked like muzzy, slight confusion, eyebrows drawing faintly together. When she found her voice, which took a moment's effort, it was thick and husky with sleep.

"Hey there, Watchman."

[pokerplayereyes]

Ned looked up from his book and blinked, just staring at her. It took him a moment to realise that he was holding his breath, and he let it out, slightly shaky.

"Hello, darlin'. Welcome back."

Or, at least, that was what he meant to say.
Mostly, he just stared at her.

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Rogue pushed herself up a little slowly to proper sitting, dragging her knuckles lightly beneath the lashes of one eye, brushing away some sleep. She bit her lower lip a moment, half of the weekends events feeling real and anything and the other half a complete fog, a half-remembered dream.

"You look like a wreck," she said, not for the first time, and offered the best smile she could manage, which was a little sad and a little distant but very real, and for him.

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And he wanted to tell her that he'd sat there all weekend and that he'd worried about her, and barely eaten, and hardly slept, but he couldn't get any of it out.

He leant forward and kissed her, a rush of his mouth against his, over that little, sweet smile, and then he sat back in the chair, and then he went to get up.

"You're back. I can go now."