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“Okay, no. I'm not leaving you behind.” Rogue was both startled and flattered by her answer. He had expected her to agree and leave him there. They didn't exactly get along that well. Curiously he watched as she sat down, then shortly after torn the leg of her pants off. Once again startled Rogue looked away, face turning red as he did.

Contrary to popular belief, Rogue was not a player like the other soliders thought. In fact, he was still a proud virgin. So seeing her do that was new and strange. Though, he didn't wear a shirt, just a short sleeved red jacket, so he couldn't exactly say anything about her covering up. There was another rip, that Rogue assumed was the other pant leg. He turned back just in time to see Glacies walk over to him. He knew his face was still red, and willed it to go away. Glacies then wrapped the other pant leg around him, as a makeshift bandage. Rogue mumbled a thanks, already feeling much better after the short break. But they had to keep moving. As if reading his mind, Glacies spoke up. “Let's keep going, you can lean on me if you'd like.”

There were two reasons Rogue was certainly not going to lean on her. The first was his ridiculous manly pride. The second was actually practical. She was the one with the injured leg, it was hard enough for her to walk without his weight to worry about. He voiced this, trying not to sound rude as he did. "You're the one with the injured leg, you should be leaning on me." It was his awkward way of offering his help.