In a way, she was standing in the way of his happiness. But more because she stood in the way of her own happiness at the same time. He would tell himself sometimes that he could be happy with whatever decision she made, as long as SHE was happy.

It might have been a lie, but he'd always been good at that, too.

"Got a bit close a couple times, but oui. Still in one piece."

And if he reached up and ran a hand over the back of his head? Well, that didn't mean anything, right?

Right.

Still, he absolutely beamed at her, patting the hand on his arm carefully. "Always, Rogue. Let's get movin', though. See if we can't get you some new gloves." And some for himself. Since he had a reason to need them, now.