Re: X-Men Medlab; Jean & Bucky
[That flicker of a smile from James lit up Jean's face like Christmas. She swung her legs slowly, letting them dangle freely above the floor, happy to be off of her feet. What had happened earlier was draining on them both, even if Jean hadn't gone inside. There was a relief in knowing he was going to be alright that washed over her, and as the wave pulled back it left that weary pull of exhaustion in its wake. Though, not tired enough to keep herself from flirting a little. There was no reason not to, and there was no harm in letting him know that even with the bruise he was a good-looking man. That and Jean maybe had a weakness for guys that so selflessly volunteered to help. And at the most basic? Jean loved making stoic men smile.]
I think it started after that strange dream incident. [Her eyes darkened at the mere mention, steeling hard, raptor-like, as that memory seared sharp through the front of her brain. She had lost control that evening. She had eviscerated a woman. Yes, she brought her back, and the woman had thanked her, but Jean knew just how close to the surface Phoenix had become after that. It had taken her weeks to calm those cosmic flames that burned like an inferno beneath her skin. The reminder shot blinding heat up her spine, threatening to erupt in wings of consuming fire. Jean closed her eyes and took a deep centering breath, pushing Phoenix down with the calming exhale. When she looked back at James, the warmth behind her eyes had returned to inviting instead of incinerating.] I had some personal issues from that night I had to deal with. I should have paid more attention to Wanda in the weeks that followed. It would help guide where to go now.
[She laughed lightly under her breath, shaking her head in amused disbelief.] No, thank you. The least I can do is get you a blanket. I also have a kitchen upstairs that is at your disposal, so if you start to feel peckish I can make you anything you'd like. [Slender fingers reached out to pat his arm as she spoke, just above the wrist, an unconscious movement to close the eerie distance she felt from being so very aware of how hard she had locked out any of his thoughts. Jean needed people, she needed to have connections, those passions that came with interaction. Or was that Phoenix? She couldn't tell anymore.] Anything you need, you let me take care of it. You focus on getting some rest.