Annie/Mitchell/Maryanne/George and open to Nina
George took the offered tissue that Maryanne pressed into his hand, patting his eyes. "It isn't as if I intend on doing more than look. You can keep her in a tent, you know." George shot back. Toying with Mitchell seemed to make it a little easier not to cry. Though, really, he wasn't sad for them, his tears were for pure happiness.
His smile wibbly as Annie reached them. "She can't help that she's the most beautiful woman here." He shot their mutant friend an apologetic glance.