Rogue felt his grip loosen and her adrenaline spiked. What would she do if he dropped her? If she died, she'd be back in a week, and she didn't want to die, but it would be worse, because everyone would have been right and she would have been wrong, and sure she'd recover from death in seven days, but how much longer would it take to stitch her heart back together?

She tucked her head against his shoulder and shut her eyes for the entire dive down and by the time his feet touched the ground, Rogue had convinced herself that she had imagined it, or if she hadn't, that it had meant nothing.

Standing again on her own two feet, Rogue didn't hesitate to get back in his face. "I do not know it! Why would I say somethin' like that if I knew you really meant something else? I already told you: I don't know what you meant. All I know is that one minute, I thought we were havin' a nice time, and the next you're tellin' me that there's somethin' wrong with whatever I'm doing? That I'm not free enough? What kind of 'free' are you talkin' about? Or have you forgotten that not everyone comes with a magic shield to protect themselves from me?"

She was angry, but the anger was shielding pain and confusion, and all those feelings were evident on her face.