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[alwaysimpure]

shop closde tooday du/e tos icnkess

no need to commme yb

[That's what it looks like when a drunk wizards without any grip of technology is trying to write text messages.

He sucks at it and he doesn't even care.]

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[dontmesswith]

[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. ]

[alwaysimpure]

[Bloody hell, he still hasn't managed to get up himself.]

I won't touch you again! Promise. I just don't want you to have to deal with it alone!

[dontmesswith]

I'm used to it.

[She manages one step and then another before she feels light headed again. Those hooded figures in the back of her mind, the ones that keep dredging up more fear, guilt and horror, are starting to appear before her.

They're not real. They can't be real.

It's a fragment of his memory, nothing else.]

[alwaysimpure]

[Sirius keeps a hand on the wall and finally makes it to his feet, looking at her and swallowing past his guilt.]

Merlin, Rogue, what did I do to you?

[dontmesswith]

[He gave her a very good reminder of why she needs to stay away. But in hearing his voice it's enough to jolt her out of the memory and back into the present. She forces herself to take another step froward, getting closer to the door.]

You didn't do anything. [She did this to herself.]

[alwaysimpure]

Not how it looked to me. Rogue, if you're... If it's my memories giving you trouble, let me help.

[...somehow.]

[dontmesswith]

No.

[With that final word she manages to leave his shop, trying to get back to her apartment.]