[Jean holds on for a while, because she firmly believes that Charles doesn't get enough hugging. That's one thing that isn't any different.

When she pulls back, she keeps her hands on his arms, grinning up at him with bright eyes.]

I'm glad I met you too.

[Her gaze drops, then, as her brow furrows.] I want you to know that I... [And she looks up again.]

I know you're not my Xavier. And you probably won't be. But that's fine, I don't - I like you for who you are. Not for who you could be.