Whether Jean was reading his thoughts or not, he knew he'd been had. It was as if they'd planned it. Women...
Scott hadn't exactly done anything wrong, so he wasn't sure why he was having The Great Debate of '08 in his mind over whether he should snatch his legs out from under Emma's or push her off of him. Or neither? Should he further vilify Emma in Jean's eyes? Well, he certainly didn't want to take any of the heat for this situation. "We were talking about the prom, Jean," Scott explained, "Avalanche." Y'know.
Alright. Despite being not guilty, per se, Cyke was having a hard time letting Emma laze about atop him while Jean stood by, looking on. He pulled his legs down from the table, slowly, giving the blonde plenty of time to respond so that her legs didn't crash to the floor. What she had said mentally was giving him an incredible amount of unease. So he was a bit nervous around Jean... what did that mean? How was he supposed to feel? Giddy that she'd swallowed him whole then spit him back out again? He loved Jean. He still did. But sometimes it was hard to overcome an experience, or feel the same way on the other side. He knew Emma was playing up any advantages she saw, though. He couldn't let her get into his head and steer him away from Jean. If that happened, it would be of his own accord. "You should sit, sweetheart." He gestured between he and Emma, then moved to stand. Maybe he should sit in the armchair...