Work As Usual
Jean Grey sat at what she considered her 'desk', looking over the notes she'd jotted down after her last session with Sam. Working as usual. Frowning, she reached up, pressing the fingers of her right hand against her temple. Her head was beginning to throb and she knew that it was because she hadn't ventured far from the med lab and honestly she'd been so wrapped up in taking care of Sam that she'd hardly given herself a thought.
It was better that way though. If she kept busy she wouldn't have to think of... Anything else. Of Scott, the Professor, the school and the students.... And not of Logan either. Busy was good.
Lowering her hand, her eyebrows raised slightly, sensing the presence of one of the crew behind her. "You know," she started, her voice soft - keeping her back to the person in question. "It's not really polite to not announce yourself." She's not scolding - it's more... Like a reminder.

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"You, uh, you saw what my family does, right? You know, when you were helping me and everything? Well, that's basically why. I mean, it's not exactly safe and we're pretty much on the road all the time so settling down is pretty much impossible. And, over the years, we've made our fair share of enemies who'd like to see us dead or hurt the people we care about. So, settling down and doing the whole white-picket fence and minivan kinda life isn't really something we'll probably ever have."
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"Well, you're not there now," she points out gently. "Not that I think you should go amongst the crew and try to find someone to start a family with." She grins at that one - she's really honestly not saying that.
"But, friends surely? We're all basically trying to do the same thing here. Get back to our worlds and lifes. Making friends wouldn't be such a bad thing to do."
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He is silent again for several moments as he considers whether making friends will actually be worth it if they're just going to end up getting split up again to go back to the craziness that is their own world.
"So, what about? You got a family?" he asked, finally jarring himself back to the conversation.
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"But I really consider the people I worked with my family." She frowns slightly a pang of sadness washing through her, but she quickly shook it off.
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She's teasing him of course, she does get what he's saying.
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She smiles understandingly though, "I'm sure all of us wish some part of their life was a bit different than what it turned out to be."
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"So, uh...anyway...how you wanna go about figuring what all this stuff is?" he asked, deciding talking had become a little over-rated.
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"Well," she said turning and looking at some of the instruments. "I guess we can take them to the sensoriums, or ..."
She trails off and looks over at Sam. "Though this can all wait until after you've rested a bit," she paused, holding up a hand to ward off any sort of argument that Sam might try to make. "Rest. Now. Don't make me pick you up and put you in the bed myself."