The problem with being a significant telepath with little to know practical experience is that, while you a tremendous gift, shielding is very touch and go. Like a magnet next to too many other magnets, Charles's defenses crumbled at the strength and weight of Jean's mind and Marty's emotional state. Her sorrow pulled him towards her like an emotional tide and he strained against the two other powerful psionics in the room. Charles swayed, pulling a hand to his temple. Then to his nose as he wiped away the start of a nosebleed.
He blinked rapidly and tried to keep talking. New England born and bred, Charles turned his face to look elsewhere, lest people catch him in such a state, and tried to soldier on. "We... we should be... near... West-westchester..."