She'd never had much in the way of pockets, but given her job normally kept her front and center with whatever thing they were fighting with, pockets weren't much use. He had a reasonable use for storage, and she had to admit the coat suited his aesthetic.

She tried not to dip into that well if she didn't have to, and the cases where she'd had to use any of the reservoirs of thoughts and feelings she had were rare. Looking in always came with the danger of not liking what might look back.

"Not saying that's not a pretty picture ta think of, ah'd still rather have ya safe." Rogue made no secret of her attraction to him, and if she tried it'd be a bad lie. So she just admitted it, seemed easier and maybe that sort of comment now and again made him realize her cap was still set on him.