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[She raises an eyebrow at him, not that he can see it.]

Fine with me. I'll be back, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.

[How much trouble could he possibly get into in the three minutes she's gone? She knows there's a corner store that sells water bottles. She grabs two and heads back.]

[In theory, into a lot of it. As it is, however, he's too busy staring at the ceiling and beating himself up in his mind to do much more than that, especially within that short amount of time.]

I think maybe we're not fighting yet. [By way of greeting.] How are you?

[Rolls her eyes, coming back to sit down next to him and hands him a bottle of water.] Keep talking to her while you're drunk and you will be fighting.

Don't change the topic and drink your water. [Translation: yes, but I don't wanna talk about it.]

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Do you remember what we talked about? At the coffee shop?

[He opens the bottle after sitting up slowly, taking a slow sip.]

Getting too much, I reckon.

We talked about a lot of things, which one do ya wanna revisit?

[But he's drinking water, that'll help sober him up.]

None of it. Ever. I'll never talk again.

[Said in a sinister enough tone to be comical.]

Better you talk about yourself.

Uh-huh. [When did Sirius turn into being a drama queen? He could give Kitty a run for her money.]

Already told ya what ya needed ta know. That was it. So...[Leans back against the counter.] we'll be stuck here, sittin' in silence if that's what you want.

[He kind of has dramatic tendencies. A lot. To be fair, it's somewhat justified.]

Sounds excellent.

[Silently drinking water. Yay.]

You never said how you are.

[Someone give him a the drama queen's crown then.]

'M fine. [Short, sweet and to the point.]

[He's be the prettiest princess.]

That's good. You didn't have to come here, y'know?

[She's sure he would.]

I know, but someone had ta. Like I said, had ta make sure you didn't do anything stupid.

Too late. Sorry.

I've no idea how to fix this.

Between you and your girlfriend or with you and your friends?

I'm not even sure she's mad at me, so. The other stuff. Everything.

Maybe when I'm sober.

[He slowly sits up a bit more, rubbing his face with one hand and then he reaches out, not thinking much of it, to touch her shoulder.]

Thanks.

[Shrugs, briefly closing her eyes to rest them. She had been reading late last night. Her eyes need a little rest, or maybe she needs a nap.]

You'll figure it out. [But he won't find the answer at the bottle of a bottle.

The 'thanks' is the last thing she hears followed by the weight of a hand on her shoulder. The sweater she's wearing left her shoulders exposed. Her eyes instantly go wide feeling energy, memories and power transferred to her. It's all a whirlwind to her, but she knows she needs to break the contact.

She jerks herself away from him, falling to the side. The rest of her lower body is covered. If he touches her again, he'll come in contact with her clothes. Her head is buzzing with memories and powers that aren't hers, she should be freaking out but she has to make sure he's fine first.

Damnit! Why wasn't she more careful?!] Sirius? Sirius!

[It feels familiar. The drain, the weakness. But there is less dread than a dementor's influence always brings on and it's still different, too, weakening in another sense.

His head was already spinning, but now it's enough to make him fall over, vision starting to go black although he fights against it. He only hears her voice faintly, but at least he manages to turn his head enough to look at her.]

What-?

[The single word was enough to calm her down. He wasn't dead, he wasn't in a coma. The life force she took from him was slight, but it was enough to make her dizzy and recall things that weren't her own memories. Her head is spinning, her mind fuzzy and feelings coming over her. Guilt, anger, frustration, worry...it's all there. Enough for her to touch and nearly mistake it for her own.

Crap, she feels ill. She starts to crawl forward, trying to get her body to cooperate to stand and leave.]

I can't be touched.

Alright. Alright, I got that.

[On the plus side, if it can be call that, the shock had been enough to sober him up, at least for the moment. His movements aren't exactly elegant, but he does manage to push himself upright and look at her.]

It's okay. Just stay here, Rogue. What does it do?

[There is no plus side to this. It was a mistake, a huge mistake, that could've ended with him in a coma or worse. It's a grave reminder for her to not let her guard down, reaffirming her to keep people at an arm's distance.]

I need ta leave. [She's being stubborn and making her decisions, but fear and self-loathing is driving her right now.]

Just let me go.

Look, Rogue, maybe I can help! [Yes, this would definitely be easier if he was at full strength and his mind didn't make it almost impossible to focus right now.]

I want to at least know what in Merlin's name that was. What did that do to us?

Ya can't help! [The only one who could was the professor and he as sure as hell isn't here.

Fuck, why did she bother coming over? She tries to stand up, but the moment she does fear grips at her heart. There's something dark looming in her mind now. Something with no face, but covered in robes or wisps of clothing. It's not there...not there.

She curls her hand into a fist, focusing on making her grip as tight as it can be.]

That was my power. I'm a mutant, like Gambit. I...[Pauses, taking in a slow deep breath.] can take people's life force, their power, their memories. [And all with a single touch.]

Memories? [Sirius doesn't worry about the life force, because he's still alive. He feels magic inside and around him, as he has since he can remember, so that is not a worry, either. But his memories being taken...

It triggers panic inside him and he's breathing faster as he stares at her. Loss of memories, loss of sanity, loss of self. He knows it too well and he fears it too much.]

What did you take?

I don't know! It's ..it's all fragments in my head. [And it's draining, really it is. Trying to keep her memories and whatever bits and pieces of his that she took away from each other is draining.]

I don't get ta choose which memories I take. Whatever you were thinking or whatever you were feeling, I can feel that now.

[She takes in another deep breath, focusing her mind on breathing in and out in slow, controlled, breaths. Maybe she can try standing up again.]

...oh. Merlin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[And he does look sorry, now that some of the panic ebbs away, feeling helpless and guilty.]

I shouldn't have... I didn't know, I... Fuck, is there anything I can do?

[She can hear it in his voice that he's sorry and he's not the only one. Rogue manages to get to her feet, still focused on her breathing and now on getting to the door.]

You're right, you didn't know. So this? This is my fault. [She got too close. She's dangerous to herself and to others.]

Don't touch me, don't ever come near me. [A bit dramatic, but she's pushing him away for his own good. ]

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