Rogue found him leaning over the engine of Storm's silver Viper, up to his elbows in grease.
She kept still and silent, her attempt to respect his privacy. She knew he could sense her and would tell her if he wanted her to stay or go.
"Come in, kid."
Stay it was.
She stepped over the threshold that connected the house to the garage. She watched him for a few minutes as he topped off the fluids and checked the oil before her mouth got the better of her.
"So you're laying off Scott's wheels and moving in on `Ro's?"
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This is for Heather (author of Bittersweet, love your work!)