Scott was who and what he was. It was all he knew how to be, and he wouldn't have known how to change it if he'd wanted to. It rarely made him any friends, but it usually got the job done.

If only getting the job done meant that he lost less, he would have had an easier time living with himself.

"Finish your soup and warming up, then we'll test it."

He didn't want her falling apart, either. That would have been the opposite of useful for either of them and he, at least, knew enough to not think of Rogue as reckless in any regard.

"But you're strong enough to handle whatever you have to handle."