Rogue sighed unhappily as Jean continued to suture the wound on her finger. It wasn't fair that her make out session with Logan should be cut short. They'd ended up shattering the bathroom mirror. They could have moved to the bed, but she'd sliced her finger open on a mirror shard. Logan had hastily tied a piece of blue string around her finger to stem the bleeding and then shuffled her, disheveled clothes and all, to the infirmary. Jean's knowing look hadn't helped matters. Only Logan's amused look and his promising gift of Hershey's Kisses had lifted her spirits.