dealwithitbub.
Logan looked up as if considering if he might actually mean the reverse. Dropping his chin back down he smirked. “Nope.” Enhanced senses meant he could pick up on a lot more subtle cues than people thought. Not that he blatantly said that. For one its not like its anything either he or anyone else could stop or change. Secondly, why give away an advantage?
He’d let he guide the conversation. If she didn’t want to talk about something, well not his style to push. Okay his style to kick Scott’s ass but the guy generally needed it when he brooded too long. Jean didn’t usually let things go that far so he could let her talk when she felt ready.
A low grumble escape him and he rolled his eyes at the mention of training students. “Haven’t killed or maimed themselves, other students, or me yet so I call that a win.” Pack of unfinished puppies most of the time. More scared of what they could do than anyone else. Others eager and enthusiastic needing a bit of reining in. Either way he had to be patient.
“One pain in my ass though. Needs control. Wants to go out and fight before she’s ready.”
“Well, there’s always one,” she shrugged, still picking at her salad without actually eating anything. She didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment, which wasn’t all that unusual given the circumstances. She’d make herself eat a bit, just to give the appearance of normalcy, but majority of her food would end up in the trash by the end of her break.
“Reminds me of someone else I used to know.” An amused expression spread across her features as she glanced up and caught Logan’s eye. While he had matured quite a bit over the years that they’d known each other, he started out just the same. He was still the animal he’d always been, she was sure that would never change, but he at least tried to think logically in most situations now instead of just letting the Wolverine take over completely. It was a nice change, especially when they were sent out on missions together.
After a pause, Jean sat back a bit in her chair, abandoning her food for the time being. “Have you tried talking to her?” It was a very Jean thing to say, but it was remarkable just how many times a genuine conversation could really get through to these kids. “There’s almost always a reason. She’s got something she’s fighting for. Maybe you can convince her that her needs and ours align. It’s worth a shot, at least.” Perhaps Logan wasn’t the best to send for a conversation like that, but he had to learn somehow.
