Rogue looked over Bobby's shoulder, the chime of the clock sounding over the crowd in the diner as it called out nine o'clock. The day had gone by so quickly – an adventure in the park, complete with bike riding, and canoeing. They had made an attempt to ride a tandem bike, but Rogue couldn't focus, melting into giggles when they couldn't find their rhythm. They ditched that idea for two regular bikes, and had much greater success on their own. Their canoe trip had been relaxing, until Bobby splashed her with a smack of his oar on the top of the water. She had tried to return the assault, and nearly managed to knock them both overboard when she leaned over the side.

But despite the great day she'd had with him, she still couldn't stop thinking about Logan. And even though she had done her best to stop, to enjoy the company of her boyfriend on their anniversary, she still found it impossible. She slowly stabbed her slice of half-eaten apple pie with her fork.

"What are you thinking about?" Bobby asked her, concern etched on his face. Rogue shook her head slowly.

"Nothin'," she answered plainly, looking absently at the salt shaker.

"The salt shaker isn't going to get you out of this, Rogue," Bobby followed her gaze with his own. His voice held the warmth of jest, but deep down he wasn't entirely joking.

She looked up at his words, a tiny smile on her face, and shook her head. "It's nothin', Bobby…" she let her voice trail off for a moment, "just…" The din of plates being stacked and the sizzle of bacon echoed in her ear.

"Logan," he answered firmly, all the warmth in his voice gone.

She nodded her head honestly, feeling a little guilty, "Yeah. He's just gettin' more and more distant, and I just don't know what –"

"Rogue," Bobby interrupted her firmly, reaching out his hand to hers to soften the impact of his voice. He still got all tingly when he touched her. "There's nothing you can do for him. He just needs time." Rogue shook her head, fighting his words.

Rogue pulled her hand away, "Yeah, and while everyone's givin' him time he's just gonna go off and leave again." She crossed her arms low over her stomach, looking down at her lap.

Bobby hesitated, watching her for a long moment. "And he'll go because it's what he needs."

Rogue bit out a bemused laugh, "Logan's got what he needs, Bobby." She shook her head, still annoyed that no one seemed to understand. "He's just not seein' what's right in front of him."

Bobby sat back in his seat, watching Rogue critically. "Oh? What's that?" He asked coolly, crossing his arms over his chest. It figured, he thought, they'd be talking about Wolverine and his problems on their anniversary. Why couldn't she just ignore Logan for one day and concentrate on him?

Rogue looked at Bobby innocently, "His friends. Me," she added, reaching out another hand to Bobby. But he kept his arms locked tightly against his chest.

"You?" he echoed flippantly. Rogue nodded.

"We've been through so much together, understand what it's like to feel like you're alone. But he hasn't said a word to me about any of it. He asked talked to anyone.

"And is that what you feel like?" Bobby felt his voice break, but he kept his eyes steady. "Alone?"

And suddenly, Rogue realized what he was thinking, and her words were all sweetness and apology. "No, Bobby! I…I'm sorry, sugar, I don't feel alone." She reached out her hand again, touching his forearm. "I didn't mean it to sound like that." She looked over at the salt shaker again, but it still held no answers. Sighing heavily, she caught his eyes. "I'm just worried." Her voice was honeyed and soft, and Bobby knew he couldn't fault her for her big heart. It was one of the things he loved about her.

Sighing in surrender, he unfolded his arms and took her hand in his. "I know." He gave her hand a squeeze and smiled softly. "You should talk to him tomorrow. But tonight…" his voice lowered and octave, and her heart fluttered. "I'm going to be selfish and keep you all to myself."

She felt awash in scarlet as she looked back down at her lap, "That sounds fair," she answered in a small, soft voice.

Bobby nodded, smiling warmly. "All right, then." He looked up, signaling the waitress for their check. "C'mon. Let's go home."