Bobby and Jean
Jean could sense his nerves too, but considering she was not the woman he knew, she could hardly blame him for being a bit uptight about her entering his mind. However, what she didn't expect was for him to reach out and hug her, the obvious evidence of tears in his eyes. He cared for Jean, she was his friend, and a partner. When she passed and he could only watch it happen, unable to save her, it broke him somehow as it would anyway watching a person they cared for pass away with no abilities to help at all. "It's okay. I should have prepared myself better," Jean admitted with a faint smile. "I should have known that a version of me could potential possession the same force I do. That it could not end well..." the red head trailed off. Was her own ending doomed to be the same as his Jean's demise? Would the Phoenix Force destroy her and worse, kill many innocent people before it did so?
Jean was grateful for his hand and she squeezed it tightly. "Thank you, Bobby," she replied weakly. "I'm scared to even let it out again, but what if it just takes control? I don't know any of the X-men that stop it...stop me," she admitted sadly. "Perhaps the Professor, but I don't know his limits, how powerful he is here. If it came down to it..." Jean didn't want to think about it. Her friends were here and potential friends. What of those back home like Scott? She didn't want to leave them either.
Bobby's determination was infectious and Jean nodded quickly. "Okay. Okay. We'll find a way," she replied strongly.