Somewhere, in the White-Hot Room, it was possible that a cosmic entity was just facepalming itself hard enough to blot out a star.
Jean's head shot up, so fast she actually hit his jaw on the way up.
Ow.
"You do? I mean. Um." The Phoenix was so much more important. She had just taken over this time, and it was obviously quite serious, but she couldn't help it.
"I do. A lot more than well, argh. Okay, this isn't the time but I do. Strong feelings. So."