Jean couldn't help herself. In spite of it all, she grinned at him.
"I've never been very good at this." For a supposedly powerful mutant, she felt roughly thirteen years old getting a kiss on the cheek during recess for the first time. "I mean, Emma really despairs of me at times."
She felt a pang of sadness. She and Emma weren't exactly on the best of terms. Pushing it aside for the moment (she really had more than enough to deal with), she looked down at her hands.
"You don't just feel guilted into... well, not wanting to startle me?" Jean knew how terrifying the Phoenix had been to those who had dreamed of it, and she had told Troy of those dreams. Maybe this was misplaced kindness.