There’s a tug at his lips at her comment, a smirk finding its way on his face. He gives her credit for the snide remark and says nothing, simply waiting for her to come closer, which he knows she will. He can see how she prides herself on not “fearing” him.She should.
“I don’t always, but I had a sneaking suspicion my night tonight would not be a lonely one.”
He’s here almost every night, at least since his return. How he manages to function during the day is beyond him. Perhaps it’s the small power naps he takes when he can, when no one’s watching. Yet he knows she’s been restless, can hear her most nights while the rest of the school slumbers. Sometimes if she moved something with metal, he can feel it.
“Restlessness is an all too familiar feeling that you begin to wonder if you’ll ever find peace again. How long has this been going on?”
jean grey isn’t afraid of anyone, except herself. choices face her every second of every day, her fear is in failing what she’s learned. a man can’t frighten her, she’s seen fire and she’s stood in it --- she has been the fire and been burnt. no man can shake her. it isn’t over confidence, it’s simply -- perspective.
‘ so you’re a telepath now? or precognition? “
the faintest sarcastic tone remains as she glances towards the tea, the liquid stirring slowly within it - cooling the hot beverage. she ought to have known he’d be up -- but as per the professors guidance.. she attempted to reign in her mind, especially at night. it wouldn’t do to slip within the private thoughts of others...
‘ since i was a child. it’s been worse recently --- but the professor that’s to be expected. i developed my powers at an earlier age than most, it’s -- just growing pains. ‘
truthfully she didn’t know if the professor was really right about this particular matter, but she wanted him to be. she didn’t want the dreams she had to be reality, she didn’t want the fire she felt to consume her. she wanted to do the right thing, but at night -- the right thing seemed more and more clouded.