And there it was. All she really had to do was ask a question; she hoped that all Joe had to do was answer it aloud. Sometimes, she can't understand how Xavier expects these children to grow up fighting and training and killing and be able to lead completely normal adult lives later. Yet, here was Joe, trying to figure out love just like most other people do, and Gert could only try to help him - any of them, all of them. They needed it, even if most of them didn't like to admit it. God, all these kids were so strong.
Leaning forward, Gert placed her hand gently on Joe's. "When you're ready, he'll come," she predicted, nodding. There were mutants around here who could tell the future, but this woman was not among them. Her predictions were based solely in experience, observation, and mostly hope. "And you'll know."
Leaning back, she smiled and continued, "Until then, get a hobby," with a laugh. "Maybe one that involves the outdoors. You look pale." Tired and thin, too. Her gaze drifting back to the tomato plants, she took a particularly juicy looking one, plucked it, and raised it to him. "Have you eaten this morning? A BLT might hit the spot."