His wrist jerked against her grip, and he finally looked at her. His eyes were far too wide. He looked back at Thor, then her again. "I--" he licked his lips.

No. Thor was a liar. Thor had thrown him, and he'd told Rogue the truth. She believed him. That was all that mattered.

With visible effort, he reined his anger back in. "Nothing to worry about," he said. "But we can go if you like."