Ah-ha. "Yeah," she said, her voice oddly tight. Then Rogue shook her head. "No. I really hate this."

I really hate what I am. I really hate that I'm a walking biohazard. I really hate that it's a mockery of everything that I want. And I really hate that I can't just lean up and kiss you and forget.

She took a deep breath and then looked back up at him, her eyes suspiciously shiny, "Sorry."