It was hard to open my eyes the next day. Crusts of dried tears shut my eyelids closed but after a quick rub with the back of my hands, they fortunately came off easily. As my mind began to recover from the sleep, I realized that there was something soft and warm pressed against my cheek. The harsh sunlight made me squint for a moment until my vision adjusted to the brightness. Rogue was staring down at me with a strange look on his face. He usually wears a stupid grin but today, he let his emotions run bare.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with a raspy voice. My fingers wandered to my cheek and true enough, that his hand was there.
His expression softened even more, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "I had a talk with Madden last night. From the looks of it, your reunio
