13489/Babysitting

Babysitting
Date of Scene:	12 June 2021
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Kurt tries to get Jean to Talk About IT...
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Phoenix

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Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner humms quietly to himself. He glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, "What time did our esteemed Herr Doctor say you could leave again?" Maybe he has a hot date? Maybe he just has a leg cramp. He's been sitting perched in a crouched position reading a heavy tome, that Hank said to read for several hours And he has gotten as far as Chapter One.... The Transducement Frequency. Easy enough. Then the rest just looks like a lot of greek. He sighs and flips to the back of the book. "The end." He nods, "I am content in knowing how to set bones and stop bleeding. This is.... Beyond my ken?" He frowns, "I do not know what all these symbols mean. This one is familiar. It is the sign for multiplication, and this one is division." He shakes his head and closes the book carefully. "I am sorry. I will never be able to save your life with this machine. I can not even read the manual." He whispers to himself more than to anyone in the room. He has become a bit bored. He glances at Jean. "Do you know how to play.... poker?" He was recently introduced to the game by a man with a cajun accent and he'd like to practice his bluffing skills.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey is dressed in normal clothing, much more comfortable than a hospital gown, and has an open laptop balanced atop her lap. A thin stack of papers sits to one side, and a thicker stack to the other. She seems to be looking more at the thin stack than the thick stack, and she's typing on the computer. Transcribing information, most likely. Entering scores. "Hm?" Jean blinks once and looks up from her work. Then back to the laptop, at the bottom right hand corner.

"In about an hour, I think," she says, answering the question. Jean looks up and studies him for a moment. "I think it's less likely that it's beyond your ken," she says, "And more than you need to have Hank explain the things you don't understand so that you'll understand them." Jean's smile is gentle and understanding.

"Poker? Yeah, more or less. Remy convinces me to play occasionally. It's not really my thing, so much," says Jean. She looks back to the paper and enters a few more things before setting that paper on the larger stack. This makes the larger stack a little larger, and the smaller a little smaller.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner watches the woman chew through her stack of papers like a pro. He nods to her assessment and say's, "Yes I tend to learn by doing more than reading. Although I love to read. This is not reading though so much as... deciphering." He grins. Then say's, "I do not think that Hank meant for you to work when you should be resting. Although I understand the need to keep busy. It makes the time go faster." He frowns, "But not thinking about something only works for a little while?" he doesn't want to push, but he's worried about his friend. He humms a bit and glances at Scott unsure by looking at him if he's awake or not. He doesn't snore. At least he isn't snoring.

Phoenix has posed:
Less like a pro and more like a very determined woman. She's been at this for a couple of hours now. "Deciphering can be fun, if it's a puzzle or something equally interesting. That," she says, nodding toward Kurt's borrowed book, "Isn't it." Nope, Jean does not find that interesting. She huffs a breath at Kurt. "He didn't specifically say to rest," she points out. "He said I had to stay. And I did rest." Also pointed out. In fact, she'd been mostly dozing or outright sleeping up until a couple of hours ago when she'd requested something to do because she couldn't sleep any longer.

And then there's that comment phrased as a question. Jean looks up from the computer and over to Kurt. Her green eyes are level and pin him to the wall like a needle through an insect in a display case. "I don't want to talk abut it," she says, her voice firm. She holds her gaze on him for another few seconds. Jean takes a breath and blows it out. Her eyes drop back to the next paper on the smaller stack.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner gets THE LOOK and he freezes.... like the proverbial butterfly to the matt. If his tail was a cat tail it would puff out to twice its size. As it is his hair does sort of stand on end, almost vibrating. He nods, "You don't want to talk about it." He nods... "Well..." And now the fuzzball puts his mouth in is foot, or his tail in his foot? Whatever. "Too bad. I do."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey knew that was coming. She shakes her head. Very gently, as though if she's not careful, Jean might lose her temper, she closes the laptop. It makes a soft click once it's closed. She gathers the larger stack and puts it on the bottom. She gathers the smaller stack and puts it atop the larger one, opposite so she can tell the two piles apart. "More accurately," she says as she rises to her feet. "I'm /not/ going to talk about it." She doesn't even look at Kurt as she turns to walk toward the exit.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner growls a bit and his temper has been stirred but he lets the woman leave without forcing his attention on her but he does call out to her as departs, "If it was me Jean... In your shoes, you would not allow me to wallow in pity." Maybe he wants to get her mad. But he isn't willing to get in her way physically. He respects her too much for that. "When you are ready Jean." He shakes his head and watches her head out the door. Fighting to control his own temper now.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey pauses and looks over her shoulder at Kurt. "It's not pity," she says softly. "It's fear." If he was trying to get her mad, he failed miserably at it. There's no anger apparent in her. "And if it was you, I wouldn't make you talk about something you didn't want to talk about." Jean shakes her head and turns to continue on her way out of the medical lab.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner gives a sideways look to the must be sleeping Scott, "Lot of help you were." He glances at the clock, "Oh well. He counts himself lucky that he got her to stay almost to the 12th hour mark.

But he definatly knows that Jean is lying now. Cause she always tries to get people to talk about what they don't want to talk about. Or always knows what is in their head even if they don't want to talk about it. "Hypocrite." He thinks this hard in her direction. But a sense of acceptance and love is sent with the thought.