Who: Jean and Wolverine When: Saturday afternoon Where: Haven Cemetary What: Jean visit's Rascal's grave, Wolverine finds her Warnings: Sadness.
"I wish I'd had a chance to know you," Jean whispered crouched next to the grave of her brother's boyfriend. "I think I would have liked you. Everyone tells me you were really fun, and that you made Nate happy. More than happy. I don't know why he never told me, but I would have approved. He needed someone like you. So... you know, that sort of makes you my brother-in-law. Sorta."
It was snowy and cold out here, but Jean really needed a bit of space. The pressure of all the minds at the Haven was getting to her, and as she had the last time she'd visited her brother at the mansion, she sought refuge not inside its walls, but out on the grounds where the snow acted to keep most people inside. Nate wasn't dead, but that didn't mean she wasn't grieving for him in her own way. She was. Now that he was locked in a coma, she felt even more alone. Not just felt. Was. He was the last of her family, and while he wasn't dead, he certainly wasn't living, either.
Standing, she brushed the snow off the seat of her jeans and pulled her coat more tightly around her. Even in the wool peacoat she was cold.
She heard the thoughts of someone approaching rather than their footsteps, since any noise they made was muffled by the snow.
Curious, she looked up and saw the man who'd flown out to retrieve her and the boys.