Re: [quicklog: louis d/jean g]
[Jean's eyes flicked upwards when the lighting changed, and while perhaps the two incidents he referred to were not related, she knew better than to think he hadn't caused that somehow. It was brief, though, and she paid it little mind as she was more interested in his story. That may help to explain, and the more she knew, the better she could help.
Emerald eyes flicked along his profile, watching his lips move as she listened intently. The part of dead gods and soul stealing reminded Jean of Madelyne, but she knew better than to think Scott's ex-wife and Jean's clone had anything to do with what happened to him. However, her reaction was muted, sympathy radiating from her though there was little shock in her features. Just another day in the life of the X-Men. Not that she couldn't recognize how difficult it would be for someone that wasn't used to those sorts of things happening.
The part about the door elicited more from her, but not by much. She was pained he had to worry about his family's vices on top of the knowledge of what happened to that poor woman. His desire to simply go home was entirely justified. Home represented safety and security, a place of comforting familiarity. Jean could imagine it made him feel selfish, but he wasn't. If he was, he wouldn't have gone through the door in the first place. It was difficult, yes, but for right this moment, he needed to be selfish. He needed to only concern himself with making sure he was better.
The rest trailed off, and that was the part that Jean was at least somewhat familiar with. The subway. How he dropped the conversation was worrisome, and there was that urge of fire to reach into his mind and just take what she wanted to know. In time. Not without his permission.
The redhead slipped closer to Louis, her hand idly and instinctively reaching out to rub his shoulder in that natural maternal comfort which came to Jean so easily. She probably needed that physical connection more than he, but her touch was still soft and warm, intended for him alone. He'd been through so much.] Shhh, it's okay. It will all be okay, Louis. I will see to that. [Her words were filled with a surety that even Jean wasn't certain she could promise, but she could swear to make helping him a priority.] But I need to know what happened in the subway. [She pauses, knowing how difficult words seemed to be for him.] You don't need to say anything. Have you dealt with a telepath before?