[Jean ducks her head a little at the grin. She knows it's obvious - to everyone except Scott, anyway.
Her own smile steadily widens as Charles' students appear. It feels...right, and it should, really. This is their home too, or it will be. Her eyes widen at Hank - it must be Hank, she knows those feet, and of course his nose is in a book - and surprise and amusement mingle in them. He's skinnier than theirs.
Her Hank lopes through the door with startling grace, several textbooks under each arm.
She nods earnestly at Charles' words, and she catches what he doesn't say, affirming it with a warm whisper.]
Family.
[Always.]
I get frustrated with them, sometimes, but - I don't know what I'd do without them. [There's a subtle ache in her voice; she misses them. She knew she would, when she accepted the Admiral's offer.]
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Her own smile steadily widens as Charles' students appear. It feels...right, and it should, really. This is their home too, or it will be. Her eyes widen at Hank - it must be Hank, she knows those feet, and of course his nose is in a book - and surprise and amusement mingle in them. He's skinnier than theirs.
Her Hank lopes through the door with startling grace, several textbooks under each arm.
She nods earnestly at Charles' words, and she catches what he doesn't say, affirming it with a warm whisper.]
Family.
[Always.]
I get frustrated with them, sometimes, but - I don't know what I'd do without them. [There's a subtle ache in her voice; she misses them. She knew she would, when she accepted the Admiral's offer.]