[ Erik motions the bartender to request spicy mustard with the onion rings - and considers this adequate. It would take multiple rounds to wreck him; one or two is just going to take his edge off and make him sociable. Which could be weird for literally anyone but Rogue.

Most X-Men were not accustomed to casually socializing with him, despite the months he had served as their leader in Charles' place. And no, he is not aware that the man is still alive yet, and that he abandoned them for an alien bird queen. Maybe not the best time to mention that. Unless she wants to, of course.

He listens attentively, entirely relating to her choice coping mechanism. If he is supposed to be comforting in a way that discourages her past behavior, he certainly isn't the right man for the job. If he had been free for a single moment after what happened to Genosha, he has no doubt he would have somehow declared war on the whole of Earth.

Still, his tone is measured and sympathetic. Despite himself, he means what he says: ] I hope he does, Rogue. Gambit is a hero. What he did for us... It stays in my mind. I cannot forget it. He downplayed himself to seem lesser than, but in truth, he was the best of us.

[ He is also unaware of Gambit's funeral, or the fact that Rogue was not in attendance. ] I am sorry I could not make his funeral. I hope you will forgive me for that. It was not neglected by choice.

[ His fist clenches around his drink, intentionally avoiding asking questions about those responsible for the attack on Genosha, at any level. ] If only everyone had his courage, and selflessness.

[ Erik glances self consciously at Rogue. ] Apologies, I will refrain from talking about that night, if you wish.