Jean / PSYCHE → she's always been the tower (ex_psyches432) wrote in intime,
Oh, Jubilee. Wings or no wings, her personality seemed the same.
Jean chuckled. "It's fine. You're not going to hurt my feelings. And I don't think any of us will be what the other expects." She shrugged, still smiling, as if to say it was all manageable. "Where I'm from, you're eighteen, and you've just graduated from the school that runs in this house. Charles founded it, but Scott and I do most of the day-to-day running of the place now. Charles is sixty-five, and..."
Here Jean turned to look his younger doppelgänger up and down. Her shields wavered, as if there were things she wanted to say, but what came through was wordless warmth and welcome. She looked pleased at what she saw, too, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. She extended a hand to shake. "He's a very good friend of mine. If you're anything like him, I think we'll get along."