our mission today is to have fun. can you do that?
steve is painfully normal. normal as in she doesn't need to be the jean grey around him. and there is nothing normal about jean grey, safe to say, sad to confirm such a fact. but steve is sweet, jean knows what he thinks about. he's a little sad too but that's fine, because so is jean.
"i can have fun, steve. and i don't appreciate you implying otherwise." her face scrunches up with a smile, her words are meant to be teasing, nice, again normal. so normal. the freckles framing her cheeks, hands in the pocket of her jacket. "-so, what have you planned for us this lovely afternoon." she links arms with him. it all falls a little easier, the loudness in her head. watering down, just enough. she can focus on one thing. and that thing just happens to be steve.