I ain't sure how you think I'm gonna. [But she didn't miss his shaking hands. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what had caused this.

He thought it was kindness; she knew it was pain. How many times had she been fooled by sweet lies? Rogue would rather have mess and pain and truth than be led by any path in deception.

She lifted both hands at her side and then dropped back, her brow furrowed.]

I need ya ta try an' tell me what that means. ['Not pushing it.' What does he think she is doing? What does he think she is going to do? Her voice gentles:] ...but maybe not now. Maybe ya need some space? Or just some company an' some quiet?

[Or even some distraction. She can do those things.]