“Pretty much for the same reason:  so you know you’re not alone.”  Even if Rogue’s case was entirely unique, there were still people who would listen.  No one else could truly understand, but she could still scream to them, or cry, or break down and walk away after, without losing them as friends—or more.  And despite how poorly Tony had handled whatever he and Rogue talked about that night, she thought that he’d at least come out better for it.  Maybe she had too.
 
“He told me what you both said.  About being family.”