She couldn't look at him, not while he was defending Emma. Moving to the window, she stared outside instead, though she didn't see anything - not the grounds, the trees surrounding the school, not even the sky. Jean lifted a hand to rest on the glass pane and it shuddered at her light touch, on the verge of cracking just as her control was on the verge of slipping through her fingers.
While she appreciated the honesty, Jean was certainly not happy with anything he'd said so far, and somehow she knew things would only get worse.....and then it came, in the form of an apology. The crack that appeared suddenly in the window pain was sharp in the wake of his words, and she refused to turn to him.
Finally, she spoke again, forcing her voice to sound as absolutely normal as possible. "What does this mean for us, now? You said she broke it off, but you still love her." And he'd loved her most recently, while Jean had been in that damn white room all this time, pulling together the pieces of her soul and the Phoenix. She'd fixed that, but now...now her heart was breaking and there was nothing she could do to fix this. Was this why she'd been brought back?