rogue being reminded of logan’s “i’ll take care of you” speech when she’s not feeling so good. maybe a fall out with a friend or even bobby, she’s feeling super sorry for herself and sitting in pity. all for logan to welcome himself into her room, picking things up off her shelves and making silly jokes about each thing. but she’s trying to stay miserable and hiding the slight smile creeping onto her face. he gives up and throws himself onto her bed next to her, whining at her to cheer up, flicking her hair out of the way, holding it up into a mohawk just being stupid and playful. she just won’t budge, logan just starts poking her, all out of ideas. first her shoulders, working his way down her side, when she jerks to the opposite side his other hand is there to tickle her other side. tweaking at her ribs and counting them, he threatens to hold her arms above her head all helpless unless she smiles. rogue knows she wouldn’t be able to fight him off, he’s stronger than her. but when he squeezes her knees, she breaks. falling into fits of giggles and squealing out her protests. “a smile looks better on you than that overused frown.” he teases, “now. wanna talk about it or wanna laugh some more?”