Hearing as much feels like a needless reassurance once the words are past her lips. He should have known and any doubt was just insecurity in them. Or this new place. Or both. When dwelling on it any longer only threatens to damage his well guarded pride he nods gently under the touch of her head against his own.
"Just like home then," he chuckles quietly. So far it doesn't exactly feel like home, but having her here does help. In fact, it puts him a little in mind of lifetimes he's lived in the blink of an eye elsewhere. A world he shared with Ororo once. The centuries he and Parker saw pass them by. The hope that he and Jean would get theirs some day is a frail thing, but no matter many times its branches get clipped the roots of that idea hold fast in his mind.
"Even if I'm not here here. Call for me. Anytime. You know I'm never outta your reach, darlin'," he promises.
Jean wrinkles her nose at his words, which are in their way the opposite of hers while being the same as them, too. Nothing is like home at all. But he's the closest to it — even when there are several others from home with them here — and she can find some relief, and even appreciation, of that idea mirrored in his thoughts.
There's a vibrant solemness that never leaves her eyes, but she knows that she can't impress her point with words as much as the slow roll of days does. Will. The proof always more viscerally necessary than the promise. Here and there. Even if she wanted to press it, she knows that it wouldn't do what will. Eventually.
The words are a touchstone to carry, but not a hammer that demands acknowledgment. For later, when she isn't there, when she can't say them.
So her tone shifted, if not quite her expression entirely, "You say that but all I'm picturing is how annoyed you'll be when I page you halfway around the world at 2 am with a need to know where the best Japanese food you've found is, and whether you can bring it to me, so I don't have to get out of bed even."
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"Just like home then," he chuckles quietly. So far it doesn't exactly feel like home, but having her here does help. In fact, it puts him a little in mind of lifetimes he's lived in the blink of an eye elsewhere. A world he shared with Ororo once. The centuries he and Parker saw pass them by. The hope that he and Jean would get theirs some day is a frail thing, but no matter many times its branches get clipped the roots of that idea hold fast in his mind.
"Even if I'm not here here. Call for me. Anytime. You know I'm never outta your reach, darlin'," he promises.
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There's a vibrant solemness that never leaves her eyes, but she knows that she can't impress her point with words as much as the slow roll of days does. Will. The proof always more viscerally necessary than the promise. Here and there. Even if she wanted to press it, she knows that it wouldn't do what will. Eventually.
The words are a touchstone to carry,
but not a hammer that demands acknowledgment.
For later, when she isn't there, when she can't say them.
So her tone shifted, if not quite her expression entirely, "You say that but all I'm picturing is how annoyed you'll be when I page you halfway around the world at 2 am with a need to know where the best Japanese food you've found is, and whether you can bring it to me, so I don't have to get out of bed even."