Scott took one long, final breath, and steeled himself for what was to come. It had not at all been his intention to avoid Jean, and he hoped that she had not felt as though he was trying to push her away. On his end it had just been a lot to absorb, a lot to figure out, but more than anything he felt an intense burning guilt for the things he had done even if she had been dead during the time. As if he could have had any idea that this would happen. It was in this moment that he did not know whether to bless or curse the Phoenix.
Scott was quick to open the door, having no intention of making Jean wait any longer. When his eyes fell upon her he was again first hit with the further rationalization that it was really her standing before him and secondly by how good she looked fresh from the pool with her hair so damp. He had a brief recollection of how it felt between his fingers in the seconds before he greeted her.
"Hey..." How did one greet a resurrected wife? "Come in", he added, realizing only afterward that she had knocked which was also strange in and of itself.