Pyro stood at the mid point of the X-Jet ramp. Snow began to whip up, and for a moment, he thought perhaps Bobby was making a last, silent statement. The fire that was in his eyes was gone, to be replaced by the tears. Pyro turned to see Rogue and Bobby still half expecting him to come back. "They're not real Rogue." Pyro sighed. "John..." Rogue flinched, not wanting to hear what was coming. "They're not real. They're not yours." Pyro glanced at Bobby. "That's not how you feel about me. It's how he does". Pyro's glance fell away from Bobby's eyes, back to take in Rogue's expression. Rogue's gaze meet Pyro's eyes, and the glimmer of fire had returned. "I can share him. God knows I've had to share him back at the academy. God, Logan and half the locker room knows that score", Pyro's twisted smile indicating his pleasure at Rogue's dismayed looked. "Oh, I can share him. I could share you, if I knew how, that is" "Pyro" rumbled Bobby. "Leave it out" "Oh Bobby, you can't see it can you? You can't possibly have with her what we had." Pyro turned back to Rogue. "But sugah" he drawled, "I can't share me. I can't share my memory, my experience, me, with you". Pyro's hands flicked his lighter back and forth, and Rogue found her hand twitching in sympathy "You see? Once you touched me, you took me from him. Hell Rogue, you took me from me. I can't be John, when there's a cheap punk copy sitting opposite me." "John, wait". Bobby started to stretch out to reach Pyro, as if one last blast of ice could change his mind. "Good bye Bobby" Pyro started to turn, "you'll always have the memory. But if not you, then definitely her. She'll have them".