Them both being telepaths, he didn't even have to voice his protest before she was shooting it down. So instead, he remained quiet as she adjusted his bed, watching her instead with a smile creeping up on him.
It was so good to see Jean and so very good to be home again. He was just enjoying for a brief moment that all of that awfulness was behind them now. Only then does he take the headache medicine and water in his hands. "I would wager we would both be just as stubborn about getting up out of bed. Speaking of, I will take this if you let me know where my wheelchair has gotten to."
He listens to the report, satisfied that everyone is recuperating well enough. "Well done...all of you," he says before giving her a introspective look, as if looking through her. "How about you? How are you holding up?"