Jean was well aware of the flush that fell across her cheeks at the question, but she cleared her throat and tried to come up with coherent response to the silver hared boy's question. " I like us. I mean...I like you and...being with you", she finished lamely. Normally so articulate with words, the red head was desperately fumbling for something that made sense. The truth of what came out only made her heart beat faster in her chest and she allowed her red strands to hide the burning upon her face and the tinted freckles.