Starter for @onlyarogue
Victor w/ Rogue
He was trying not to crowd her. Twenty-four hours, that was what he told himself once they got home yesterday. Twenty-four hours for her to settle in, get her feet under her, and adjust, before he tried to intrude. In truth, it was good for him too: to have a full night of sleep, sort out his thoughts, talk a bit with Charles, and take a smoke break out in the woods. That didn't mean Victor was unaware. It was hard for him not to be when he could hear every damn thing that went on in the house, at all times. Hear her rolling out of bed in the morning, talking with other people at the institute, wandering around in the halls, or in her bedroom. He didn't avoid her, they saw each other at meals, but he gave her space. Tried to let it be... natural. All very natural.
Which was not how he felt, as Victor collected two trays of food from the kitchen: cheese and pesto stuffed chicken with sides of rice, corn, and some greens; glasses of iced tea; and a slice of cheesecake for desert. Lombardi assembled it all for him just ahead of the evening meal so he had time to take it up to her room before the kids made themselves a nuisance. Victor had faced down some real threats in his life: demons, armed infantries, and once, a dragon. He felt better on the way to those things, than he did while riding the elevator up to talk to Rogue.
Not that he was afraid of the kid, just, it was going to be his first, real, conversation with his daughter.
And he just knew he was gonna screw it up.
It was a trick of balance to hold the trays in one arm and knock on her door with the other. His knuckles rapped against the wood, and then he ungummied his mouth to grunt:
"Uh, Rogue, I uh, got dinner? If ya wanna... eat. Together."
