Re: X-Men Medlab; Jean & Bucky
[His questions about Wanda and the dream were the same that Jean wondered, especially with Billy having said something about Wanda's losses. It didn't help much, as she still wasn't necessarily close with Wanda. The answer wouldn't come tonight, and Jean resigned herself to waiting until the chaos died down inside of Wanda's mind. His acknowledgement of her own issues was sweet, and she smiled softly.] Thanks. [It helped to hear someone else say it, but it didn't necessarily make her feel any better about feeling helpless right now.
Jean held his gaze and her eyes softened, giving him a nod as she affirmed his suspicion.] I was. [Her other hand slipped to rest on top of his on her wrist, an acceptance of his touch before her delicate fingers curled to tuck lightly into his hand, holding it with an apologetic reverence. She understood how it was an invasion of privacy and how uncomfortable telepathy made the general population. Jean Grey was often exhibit number one in evidence against allowing mutants to exist or what happens when their powers go unchecked. Except here, in this door, (even simply here with James,) she wasn't immediately seen as the woman that went crazy and destroyed a planet. Right now she was the woman that saw things no one was supposed to, and it never failed to make her feel wretched. Well, she felt bad when it was an accident, at any rate.]
I'm sorry. I'm normally very good at controlling my telepathy. I had spent too long trying to get into Wanda's mind. When the door shut behind you, my intent was to check and make sure you were okay. I forgot to pull my punches, as it were. ... A lesser telepath may not have been able to recover so quickly. [Her eyebrows raised pointedly. There were few minds that were able to resist her abilities, and even fewer that had the ability to fight back in such a way. She didn't need to explain. She knew that much. Her thumb idly grazed the back of his hand back and forth, not sure if she were trying to comfort him or herself.] If you'd like to talk about it, we can. You should rest, though. Just know that I would never speak about it to anyone. I am good about controlling that. [A grin finally after all the seriousness.]