Jean Grey (jean_grey) wrote in parabolical, |
"You can come in, you know."
Jean had sensed his presence long before he made it to her room. Her eyes opened and she turned over so that she could sit up on her cot. Lying down when inviting company in would've been a bit inappropriate, even if they had already spent many nights chatting up a storm, while lying in their beds in that dingy, little hotel room they'd shared before coming to the theater.
The expression that she wore on her face just then was one of pure exhaustion. They'd all been working their asses off, but this type of exhaustion ran much deeper than physical; it was mental and emotional, as well.