Re: [quicklog: louis d/jean g]
[Jean was a positive presence, and a kind one. When she reached out to touch his arm, he didn't flinch away - when she rubbed his shoulder, he didn't shrink back. He knew it had been hard, lately, but it had been hard for years. He had always been able to pull himself back together again eventually, even when he dropped off into thin air and madness. He liked a world that made sense, a world treated the people he cared about kindly. This accident, Meredith's horrific fate, the cult, they disrupted that reality. They made normalcy shrink further and further into the distance, until he couldn't make it out.
He was aware that Jean was being generous, with her time, with her person, and he was able to feel grateful for that. He was always the last to ask for help or speak up, but this couldn't turn out the way things had the last time. He had to sort himself out, and he was lucky she was willing to assist.
In his right mind, he would have been more suspicious, but this was desperation. He looked back at her, dull gray eyes and a hunted edge.] No. [He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he did manage to put together what she was asking him - if she could read his mind, this would be much easier. He paused for a moment.]