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Knocked off her feet in the Danger Room: now it really felt like old times, not least because of the icy presence who’d been fighting next to her. At least now Jean could laugh about it, rueful smile in place. No matter how many years passed, she could still remember that old mortifying feeling of when she’d messed up in front of the others. Maybe only Bobby had understood that - among the five of them, he’d been the youngest, Jean the only woman - they’d both had a lot to prove. She felt the old rush of affection for him, and was glad of it. Ever since she’d come back, everyone around her had felt a little like a stranger, even Bobby, his features older than she remembered them, but this moment felt so easy, like she really could be the old Jean again, “You know what,” Jean started, smiling as she pulled herself to her feet, “I’m just glad it was you, and not Scott who saw that.”
