[He sucks in a breath when she shifts away, having been lost in the moment. Not to mention the shots he took only served to deepen how unaware he was of anything else.
He doesn't say anything either, knows there's nothing else he can add or do. She'll work it out herself, because that's how she is, and he's too drunk to push it. Instead he leans against the bar, body angled towards her. Orders a beer because the bartender happens to be passing at that point. Then he looks back at Rogue in all her uneasiness, feels a pang at her expression.] Hey. Chin up, sugar. The next slow one, I'm pulling you out to dance.
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He doesn't say anything either, knows there's nothing else he can add or do. She'll work it out herself, because that's how she is, and he's too drunk to push it. Instead he leans against the bar, body angled towards her. Orders a beer because the bartender happens to be passing at that point. Then he looks back at Rogue in all her uneasiness, feels a pang at her expression.] Hey. Chin up, sugar. The next slow one, I'm pulling you out to dance.