Although kind gestures weren't his forte, being the emotive one was his job. With that in mind, Sting held onto Rogue, whispering and nodding as his friend trembled and stuttered.
"I know you wouldn't. It's alright. Don't worry, I'm not upset."
Silently, Sting thanked his lucky stars that Rogue was too out of sorts to tell he was lying, because yes, he was upset. A future where he died at his friend's hands? Of course he was upset. But that future had yet to come, and might not. Until then, he was willing to use his own hands to comfort.