We're not outta this yet (ota)

[marauding_miss]

For the most part, Rogue was not a social creature. By pure survival instinct, she closed herself off to a lot of things, and making friends was one of them. She had a few friends, just a few. A handful maybe. Of course, Spokane and then the illness, that shot all of that in the foot with a gallon of buck shot and a few sticks of TNT

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She remembers that, faintly, because she doesn't have a lot of memories of his father except for the last one. The one she really didn't want, the one that makes her want to call her own Daddy just to hear his voice.

"Lorna, huh." It doesn't bother her that he's talking about things to someone else, not really. It's good that he is, because it's helpful. But Rogue doesn't know who Lorna is, so it irks just a little. Even as she hears him talk, there's that voice in her head yammering away at the same time, Rictor's words almost drowned out by Julio's and Rogue tries to focus on rolling the cigarette but fails to block out the voices.

Stuff? Can't even say it, it's just stuff. High dependency, low rate idiot. Stuff. It's just stuff. Teenagers deal with stuff, stock brokers deal with stuff. This is serious, this'll kill him. Julio's voice just keeps going and Rogue stops rolling to stare at her knees. She has to swallow down the anger, stop herself from lashing out, from listening to that voice. "Well Ah'm so glad you understand that

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She stops moving, turning to face him. Naturally, she's a little hurt, it doesn't take much to see it. She's been picking up after him since they met, and it was never an issue for either of them. She didn't care that he was messy, because it was simple to just clean up. They shared space, they shared a cot for months. So it was hardly a thought process to just help him.

"Y' know, Ah'm not really hungry f'r candy." Because he might be annoyed, but there's this ridiculous little voice in her head trying to goad her into a fight, and just hearing his voice might be enough to push that. "Y' should jus' keep it all for y'r boy."

How the hell they were supposed to get back to whatever when he wasn't going to talk she didn't know. But she wasn't prepared to just stand there and pretend it didn't hurt. "Ah'll see y' 'round, Julio." She left the pile of folded clothes where they were and just walked through the door heading for the stairs to her own room rather than outside.