<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Could cut the stress with a knife.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue could not have wounded Kitty more if she had touched her skin on skin and left her in a coma. She seemed so...defeated, something Kitty had never seen before. Sure, Rogue had been upset, angry about something...but the frank resignation, the unspoken pain was something she hadn't expected. It made her think of Piotr...how was he going to handle this? Her heart clenched just thinking about it.<br/><br/>When Rogue dismissed her, Kitty had started to walk away. She even made it to the towel rack, before she paused, glancing back to the pained Southerner. A whim hit her, and before she could stop herself, she turned, grabbing a towel and making her way towards Rogue. The towel wasn't big...it wasn't a bath towel, it was a gym towel. It was able to warp around Rogues shoulders just enough to allow Kitty to lightly wrap her arms around the woman, consequences be damned.<br/><br/>"You deserve better..." the words were soft, Kitty's diminutive frame allowin ther to just barely whisper those three words gently against the shell of Rogues ear. Again...she knew Rogue probably didn't feel it. But it was there, all the same. She just hoped that Rogue didn't try and throw her or something...not that she blamed her if she did.