"I don't know why you feel you have to live up to him. I don't think anyone can. He's the golden boy. The Poster child." She shrugged softly.
"I wasn't really concerned for your physical health." Jean said, frowning at him. "I know bruises will heal. Some other things don't."
Jean stepped through the doorway, and as much as she wanted to be a little irritated, she couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, I'm more honest with him than I am with you." She said. "And sometimes he listens. Most of the time not."