NYC - The Coffee Bean

     The Coffee Bean is a small coffee shop and cafe that caters to the college and teen crowd. Owned by two old men who haven't been teenagers since the Hoover Administration, "the Bean" has always been about a year late in joining any given fad. In the past it's been a beatnik hangout, a go-go psychedelic joint, a disco, a fern bar, and it once tried to cash in on breakdancing. No fad is dead until it appears at the Coffee Bean.

     Case in point, the building now has a grungy feel to it, despite the fact that Grunge was so ten years ago. A grey brick facade has been placed over the walls, the flooring looking more like a worn down metal grid, complete with old sewer grates every few feet. Tables and chairs set about the cafe are quite casual in appearance, made of metal meant to look rusty and splattered with multi-colored paints. Metal street signs hang from the wall amid images of garage bands. Behind the counter is a black chalkboard displaying the available items and costs.

It's a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, so where else would a Cajun be? Plenty of places, but it seems today is dedicated to work. Remy is sitting behind his laptop at one of the many tables, clicking away in between sips of his caffeinated goodness. One of the baristas walks over and pours him some more coffee, and he flashes her his winning smile behind sunglasses. "Merci beaucoup," he offers in his thick accent, before he appears to return to his work.

 The chance to say that there is a bit of down time and the ability to spend a little quality time with one's best friend is such a great thing for one particular redheaded doctor. There are many things that need to be discussed, many stories that need to be told, and what better way to do that then to enjoy a nice day away from the mansion? Granted, the grounds on the mansion property are always a gorgeous back drop, but there are times when getting away is necessary.

 Today Jean Grey can be seen not only away from her work, but also in a good mood. Her desire and love for coffee being what it is, she's convinced her escort for the day to stop by the Coffee Bean. Together they enter, Jean still in the midst of conversation with him. "... and then he decided that the best way to greet the possible student was as a prophetic squirrel." For the time being, she's unaware of Remy's presence. Since that night with Emma, she's not once willingly or purposely used her telepathy.

Scott Summers is smiling. This is very un-like Scott. Also un-like Scott is the fact that he's been coaxed away from work, seemingly being uptight, and been dragged away from business. Also, if the redheaded doctor were on your arm, you'd be smiling too. He enters, escorting her all proper-like. He does a double take - "Prophetic..squirrel?" he asks, not sure if he followed that one right.

Click Clack. The Cajun continues to type on his laptop, pausing once more for another sip of coffee. He pauses mid sip as he hears a rather familiar voice. His head turns towards the door, the Cajun smiling as he recognizes Jean. That is until, he doesn't recognize the man on her arm. The smile quickly is replaced by his well practiced poker expression, the Cajun choosing to fill his mouth with coffee to give him more time to calculate the situation.

"That's what I thought when I opened the door to see that. He was speaking of the end of the world, or something similar." Ah, Kevin, how she wishes that he were around more often. He's a headache, but the closest thing to a brother that she has. Jean allows her arm to be rested in Scott's until they reach the counter. The act itself is kept friendly, almost as two friends would do while walking down the halls of high school.

 Being that she visits this location so often, and has for quite some time, her drink is already being prepared as soon as she reaches the counter. "But he did have a way of being encouraging. I don't have the heart to call him and let him know about Jubilee." As she waits for Scott to place his order and the drinks to be made, her green eyes wander about the room. It's at this time that she notices the all too familiar figure behind the laptop. Despite the sudden feeling that things could go very wrong, she keeps her upbeat appearance and smile.

Scott Summers orders a large presspot of tea, unknowing that anything's amiss. "Any word on Jubilee, incidentally?" he asks, "I agree with you, too, about having to let him know about her. Anyone else for that matter. Hopefully she can found before that it needs to get to the point of notifying people."

The sound of typing has paused. Remy and Jean have made the eye to sunglass contact, and the Cajun keeps the swallowing up for as long as he can. Eventually, however, the cup must be put down and a greeting must be given. "Bonjour Jean," he offers across the coffee shop, the place empty enough this late on a Sunday that he can be heard.

 The redhead turns her attention back to Scott. "Huh?" She reprocesses what he has said before shaking her head. "I know that she's safe, and supposedly happy wherever it is that she is. At this point I think she's made a point to tell those she cares about, other than Kevin who is in California. I think he's going to take it very hard, especially since they were so close." He was her mentor, and she was a pain in his rear. They bonded well.

 Jean's latte is finished and handed to her around the time that Remy finally makes his greeting. Taking a deep breath, the good doctor turns from Scott once more to face Remy, offering him a wide smile. "Hey there." This is about to get uncomfortable in three, two...

Scott Summers doesn't say or do anything untoward. At the exchange of greetings, the only reaction it merits is a single eyebrow rising over the lens of his glasses. He then turns to receive his presspot of tea and a mug to drink it from. He doesn't think much of it, at least for right now, as Jean has always been the social butterfly. "Well, as long as she's safe and she's happy I don't think we can ask more than that. Naturally, I don't care for her leaving the school so early, but there's not much that can be done about that now." he says, speaking softly as he adds milk and sugar to the mug.

Remy LeBeau cradles his cup of coffee in his hands, looking down at it, then back up at the redhead. The other man in sunglasses doesn't seem to say anything, instead just continuing the conversation about Jubilee. "How've y'been cherie?" he offers politely. "Still no real word yet frem Jubilee?" he asks in his thick accent. He's obviously overheard some of the conversation. He's not yet run into the girl with his HFC dealings it seems.

This is the type of meeting that has been bound to happen eventually. She would much rather it have happened on school grounds, but it seems as if life just isn't so kind to her. "I'd try to get her to return, but she's so close to being eighteen that she likely has already filed the proper paperwork to become legally independent. I have no ground to stand on to get her to return." This is, of course, offered to Scott.

 Once he has his drink, Jean begins to walk towards Remy. Scott either will follow or he won't. "Nothing. I know she's been keeping in contact with Bryan, but he isn't saying much about it. I just hope that she's treating her right." Yes, it is Jean's belief that the telepath in her mind those weeks prior is the one who has poisoned Jubilee away from the school. "I've been okay. Despite this set back, other things seem to be running smoothly. How are you?" She'll wait to see what Scott does before introducing them.

Scott Summers does follow. He doesn't own Jean, has no claim to her at least at the moment. He carries his mug and his pot. He is a silent, cool man. His face a blank mask devoid of emotion as he closes the distance between himself and Jean and in turn, Remy. "If she's that close, then it's a good chance she'll come of age before the paperwork is even filed. It's irrelevant in either case." he says, "I would talk to Bryan about it, but I don't wanna pry. When he's ready to talk about it, I'm sure he will." as Jean stops, so does he, and says no more - the neutral voice he uses when he speaks gives nothing away about the person that uses it.

Remy LeBeau lets his focus move from Jean to Scott for a moment. He gives the other man a slow look up and down before he returns his attention to Jean. "I'm doing a'ight. Jest trying t'catch up on some work. Figured I'd get more done here. Plenty of caffeine to keep me up," since he of course has so many late nights raising hell. "Everyt'ing still running smoothly fer us t'do dat dinner y'promised me dis week?" He's just going to keep ignoring Scott.

"As much as I hate to say it, I think that I'm going to have to admit to defeat on this one. But I will say that I am not at all comfortable with the idea of who she may be associating with. I only hope that she doesn't get burned in all of this." It isn't as if Jean can actually go toe to toe with Emma and win, and the telepath is well aware of this fact. "At this point, I'll be more concerned with Bryan. Hopefully he isn't next."

 The mention of dinner causes the faintest hint of pink to touch her cheeks at the mention of dinner. "Certainly. Thanks to your friend, I have something to wear. You'll have to let me know what night works better for you." Remy is a friend and Jean is not going to break her promise to him, no matter what. Deciding that it has to happen eventually, Jean looks from Scott to Remy. "Remy, this is Scott. Scott, Remy."

Scott Summers's glasses don't give away if he's looked Remy over yet. In fact, he could've looked Remy over twenty times before he followed Jean over to his table and no one would be the wiser, so dark and unyielding are the lenses covering his eyes. In truth, he had kept a sidelong glance on the guy from the minute he called over to Jean but he would only admit such things under torture or truth syrum. He was simply waiting - waiting to see if Jean is going to introduce him, or keep both men in the dark. "Well, in that case I'll talk to Bryan. If he has any urge to leave, I'll ask that he at least let me know. Then I'll get involved in things personally." he states flatly.

         The mention of the dinner though, draws Scott out. He begins to speak but hesitates when Jean introduces the men. Putting the mug and pot in the same hand in a single, smooth motion, he offers his hand to Remy. "Pleasure to meet you." he says, his tone as dry as the rest of him is stoic. If the name is rings familiar to Scott, he's got enough check on himself he doesn't show it. If the mention of Jean having dinner with him someplace fancy enough to have to get a dress is enough to make him react, it's all internal because externally, he's stone.

Remy LeBeau flashes Jean his genuine charming smile. "Yes well, she does know how t'compliment a woman's body wit clothing," he points out. Cleavage always wins. He gives Jean a nod. "I was hoping eit'er Monday or maybe Wednesday. Tuesday night I already have plans t'attend a benefit wit Felicia actually. Some fancy t'ing." He then takes a sip of his coffee as Jean introduced him to Scott. The coffee gets put down, Remy looking from Scott's hand to Scott's glasses through his own dark black sunglasses. The Cajun gives Scott a slight nod and says, "Monsieur," but continues to ignore the hand. "So how is Doc Quack fairing at his new place of employment?"

Men.

 "Actually, I think that speaking with him might be a good idea. Since I'm supposedly one of the major reasons that Jubilee left in the first place, I don't think that I should be the one conducting the follow-up. For all I know, he could be sharing the same feelings." Jean is so full of win these days it isn't even funny. "Besides, I think that Bryan will respond better to you. He's been without his mentor for a few weeks and will likely be glad to see that you've returned."

 The interaction between the men, or lack thereof in certain areas, is enough to make her want to hide. This is the bed that she has made, however, and now she has to sleep in it. At least Logan is far, far away from here. "I have no doubt in my mind that she is able to make the best of the female body, and I have only met her once." Not only has Jean met Felicia, but she has also met her breasts. "Charity event? That is something I certainly have no issues scheduling around. Wednesday will work better for me." The last question actually causes Jean to chuckle. "Well, I thought it would be dangerous for him to actually set up shop in the infirmary, so he's taken up his residency in my room. Things seem to be going well so far."

Scott Summers lets the offered hand hang, long enough so that Jean notices that at least he tried to be cordial. He returns the "Monsieur" from Remy with a silent nod of his own. When he sees that there would be no hand shaking today, he takes the hanging hand and moves it over to his occupied hand and takes the mug from it. The stoic face and demeanor takes a slightly icy veneer as he continues to stand by Jean. He decides to table to conversation until after Jean and himself have found their own table. Things seem to be going well so far, indeed.

The bed she made and will sleep in. The question is with whom? "Aye, dat she can. Some women know how t'sling men along t'get exactly what dey want. Lucky fer me her way is obvious." Jean on the other hand? She may be far more devious by stringing him along with caring and feeling then breasts. "Aye, she asked me t'go wit her t'de event. Figured I'd be better conversation den some of d'other guys der. Hope I clean up well enough fer d'event." The Cajun gives her a slight shrug and a smile. "As long as he's happy wit where he is, and yer continuing t'enjoy him, dat's all dat matters cherie." More ignoring of Scott and another flash of teeth towards Jean. "We never did get t'have dat horseback ride eit'er."

It is obvious what is going on here, and there has to be a way to put a stop to it. Choosing to place her jacket and latte at the table directly beside Remy, Jean pulls out a chair enough so that she can face him. This gives Scott the opportunity to sit down and still be involved in the conversation. If Remy ever allows for that, that is. Also? Jean's not sleeping with anyone. That answers that question.

 "You never know, Remy. You may enjoy it, and end up attending those events regularly. Once they have your information, they are always sending out information and asking for money." It could be a good way for him to spend the money that he steals. Jean will never openly say as much, of course. She is also not stringing him along as she's openly told him the truth. "We didn't, but there is plenty of time. It isn't as if the horses are going anywhere, that I know of." Reaching for her latte, Jean looks to Scott. "Kevin and Logan have both approached Remy in the past about working with the school." She says school and not team, trying to indicate that there are still secrets that are being kept from the Cajun.

Scott Summers slides smoothly into the seat next to Jean, and sets down his mug and presspot. At the mention of Remy working with the school, there is the slightest pursing of lips and a hmmm. "There's a background check, of course." he says, looking at Jean. Then looks to Remy, "Rather thorough, at that." he says plainly. He pushes the plunger down on his pot and pours the tea into the mug. That is all Scott has to say on the subject by way of opening salvo.

Remy LeBeau is more then willing to let Scott speak. He just needs to open his mouth. Jean gets another smile. "Oh I might. Luckily fer dis one I'm jest going as a plus one, so dey won't have m'information unless I decide t'give it t'dem," he points out. He sips his coffee again. "Well, we'll jest have t'do dat soon too den. Before it gets too cold. Or d'de horses like d'cold weat'er?" he asks, not knowing much about winters it seems. At Jean's comment about the school he scowls a little. "Yes, one dragged me der, and d'other keeps threatening me." Really going to get Remy to go willingly that way. However Scott's comment of a background check his eyebrow goes up, but his gaze is on Jean. If she told him anything, he's done with the woman. "I can pass a background check easily enough monsieur." You have to be caught to have a record. "In fact dey've suggested I teach math given m'skill wit d'subject." A subject which Scott just so happens to teach.

If she throws up a wall between herself and the men, she can likely get a good head start by running out of the building. Where she will run to is anyone's guess, but it will likely be far, far away. Again she's thankful that Logan isn't here or else she -would- likely end up leaving. "We'll do it soon, perhaps on the weekend. I'd hate to push it too much later than that." The fact that she's even attempting to set a date should prove to Remy that she is honestly trying with him. Trying to be a good friend, that is.

 Now is the time where she feels like no matter what she says, she's going to be accused of something that isn't true. "Remy's clean, Scott. I think that Logan would know if something was going on before he invited him into the mansion." There. She's at least trying to not only make it look like she hasn't said anything, because she hasn't, but she's also speaking in favor of Remy. "You'll find a past similar to that of many of those who have reached the school, but nothing that you will disapprove of." Then Remy is given a look and now it's time for Jean to turn towards her drink. They're doing this on purpose.

Scott Summers can't speak on things that he hasn't been informed of previously without looking like a fool, nor can he comment on invitations that don't pertain to him. The only thing that's given him a window to get into the conversation thus far, oddly enough, is the mention of Remy joining the faculty. At Remy's reply, he sips his tea, "Well," he says thoughtfully, "Not that I was casting doubt on your ability to do so, just that the requirements are rather stringent. We /are/ being entrusted with people's children, after all - a very important and sensitive trust taking place there." he hmms at the subject, "Math, hmm? I've been known to subsitute in the subject a time or two." he says taking another sip of his tea. Classic move - underestimation. If they do that, they never see you coming. "I do more with the admissions end of things more often than not as of late." he glances to Jean. "Well, I'm glad that Logan is feeling comfortable enough to start doling out invitations to the grounds." the tone is particularly icy and he turns to his tea. Yeah, this is going well.

Remy LeBeau returns to cradling his cup of coffee. "Dat works too, assuming I survive all dese formal dinners dis week," he offers with a smile, but she can probably tell it's slightly forced. Jean defends him, but he isn't sure he still believes nothing was said. His expression stays blank even as Jean gives him a look. "Really Scott? I was under d'impression dat of lately y'were off doing God knows what for weeks on end. I've been visiting de school for months now and never run into y'. Guess not many students have been getting admitted den if yer no where t'be found." But this is where the shock factor may come in for Jean. "Y'should be glad of Logan. He really seems t'care about dose kids. Doubt anyone could hurt any of dem wit d'way he protects dem like a mother hen. He's always around." Remy may hate the man, but the truth is Logan is overprotective of the students.

Hello table, meet forehead. No, it doesn't happen, but it is so close that it isn't even funny. There's no telling how to react at this point. It should be quite clear to the both of them that she is angry. There's almost a fire to those green eyes as she looks between them, staring at whomever it is that is actually angering her at the time. Her index and middle finger of a hand rub at a temple as the exchange continues. What can she really do now, other than either scold them or walk away?

 Deciding to start off by defending Logan, her actual boyfriend, Jean is surprised to find Remy defending him. This surprise is not one that she can hide, and she stares at the Cajun in disbelief. "What.. what Remy says is true, Scott." She turns to face her best friend, attempting to actually talk about things rather than to have to shout. Jean Grey is not a person who likes to shout. "Everything that Logan has attempted to do has been in the name of the mansion and the children. I know that you don't want to believe it, but sometimes a person just has to give another person a chance." This does not mean that Remy is out the fire, oh no. "And we'll actually be seeing an increase in student population due to Scott being away. The students haven't arrived yet, but they will. This is why we have been scouting for potential new teachers."

Scott Summers's facial expression doesn't change, neither does his tone. "Well, then I'm sure you know the professor's been abroad, if you've been coming around for months. Which means there has had to have been someone either recruiting prospective students or managing day to day operations - both of which I've been overseeing - so you see, there'll be plenty of admissions incoming rather than god knows what going on, as you seem to have thought." he looks to Jean and hears another defense of Logan, "I told you I'd give Logan a chance, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to remain cautious where he's concerned. It'll take more of a personal demonstration on his part rather than hearing the word of.." he looks to Remy, "forgive the expression," and turns back to Jean, "virtual stranger, and Logan's girlfriend. Of course you want to sell me on him - you're just a bit biased." he states as matter of fact and sips his tea. He glances outside - hmmm. Rainclouds? Maybe so. Damn.

Remy LeBeau notices Jean's expression, but most of his reaction is meant for Scott. "Right. Day t'day operations. Which is why Jean has been killing herself fer weeks t'd'point of exhaustion," he points out. He's been here the entire time. Scott has not. Remy knows full well who's been doing day to day with the Professor gone. Then he looks to Jean, highly amused. "Y'know, fer claiming he's yer best friend who knows y'better den anyone in d'world he sure seems t't'ink yer judgement on men is shit," he says matter of factly. Another slight laugh. "Well, next time I run into Logan I'll let him know y'want a first hand experience of him threatening yer life if y'even hurt d'hair on a students head." He snorts and finishes his coffee, putting the cup down again firmly on the table.

The fingers move from her temple across her brow and then down her face as she does her best to remain calm. It's been quite a few years since the world has seen a Jean Grey explosion, and she'd rather not have another one happen in the middle of the coffee shop. "I've been talking to you about Logan since he arrived, and last I checked, that was the first time that I had met him. I wasn't aware that I could be considered the girlfriend of someone I just met. Thank you, Scott, for teaching me something."

 Remy speaking catches her attention. She stares at him for a long period if time, wishing she were somewhere else. "Yes, well, he is my best friend. We just have different opinions on certain things. It's been that way since we were teenagers. It isn't going to make me love him any less." In the end, days later, after she pushes all of this far from her mind. Jean places her arms on the table and rests her head on top of them. Let them talk to each other for now. If she doesn't give up, she's going to break something.

Scott Summers looks between the two, and shakes his head. "I'm leaving." he looks to Remy, his jaw tensing, "Yeah, because travelling for non stop for the past eight weeks visiting two and three cities a day, with a couple of possibly students at each stop isn't doing anything at all, much less what I *WAS* doing before I left. Some of us WORK for a living, friend, so I'm sorry if I wasn't around for inspection when you've been visiting." he says, his voice raising the slightest bit which if Jean notices, actually means something. "And yeah, I don't think she has the best taste in men..then again, she holds the same opinion of my taste in women. That's what happen you're someone's best friend - You're honest. You don't spend every moment trying to pick them up, feed them platitudes, or kiss their ass." he continues. He picks up his tea cup and drains it, and the sunglasses seem to light up just a little before going completely dark again. Probably just a reflection from the fluorescent lights, "And as for Logan - no, I don't like him. I don't think this is news to him though, and I'm sure his opinion of me is about the same. However, if he IS sincere in his care and protection for those kids..then it's the first thing we've had in common to my knowledge and he can't be THAT much of a bad guy for that. In the meantime, when I see him, I'll make sure he knows that he has a fan that wants to pick fights on his behalf." he looks over to Jean, "I'll catch you back at the mansion, Jean. I want to get back before the rain hits." he says, rising from his chair.

Remy's own eyes are flashing behind his sunglasses, but Scott and Jean can't see that. However unlike Scott, Remy has a better control of his emotions, keeping his poker expression flawlessly. "You don't know anything about me, what I do or don't do Scott. So don't presume y'do. Ye'll be sorely mistaken." One last fake smile is given to Scott. "Have a nice day monsieur."

Hello! The redhead with her face implanted on the table? Way to leave her behind. Jean lifts her head and stares at Scott as he begins to leave, appearing as if someone has openly smacked her in the face. She will. not. cry. Honest. "Scott? You're my ride. Thanks." Looks like someone will be calling herself a cab. Upset beyond all belief, Jean grabs her mostly full latte, walks over to a trash can and tosses the cup away. It's like murder. Gathering her things, she also grabs her cell phone. Now she's going to find a nice little corner to hide in until she can get home. On her own.

"You'd do well to remember that the advice that you just offered me works both ways." Scott says flatly back to Remy, once again cool and emotionless as he regains control of himself. He doesn't offer the man a good day as he turns. He makes his way towards Jean and sets the keys beside her, "Here's the keys, I'm gonna walk. I need to think. You need anything, Jean. Call me." his tone towards Jean is a night and day difference towards the one he just gave Remy and this one towards Jean. When he speaks it's gently and with genuinely affection. Maybe the only one he ever takes that tone with.

Remy LeBeau uses every ounce of self control to not flip off Scott. However he does snort as Scott says he's gunna walk. It's a nice long walk from the Village to Westchester proper let alone the school. A concerned Cajun's gaze does follow Jean as she throws away her coffee, then grabs her things to sit someplace else. He gives a soft sigh and shuts the top of his laptop.

The cell phone is tucked away once more as she's approached by Scott. Large eyes consider the situation as she is content to merely watch him. As angry as she is, and as much as she wishes to scold both men, she still offers him nothing but softness. "Really, Scott. You don't have to walk. We can ride together. I'll even leave you alone when we get back, if you'd like. It's so far..." No matter what is said, Jean will always worry about him. Remy may be seeing evidence of this fact now. The keys are left in case he decides to change his mind. Jean looks over to Remy apologetically before looking down at the ground. This is going to be her life.

Scott Summers nods, "I know it's far, but I've got alot to think to about. If I get tired, I promise I'll take a cab. Besides, you and your friend seem to have alot to talk about and I'm not going to let the fact that we don't initially get along get in the way of you taking a day off." he reaches over and gives a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. "I know you need the time away. I'll be fine. Promise." he says reassuringly.

Remy LeBeau rubs his hand idly over his laptop. He sees the expression Jean gives him, moving his jaw a little. He takes his laptop and reaches down for his bag, putting the laptop into his bag. A glance is sent back to the pair and Remy zips it up.

At least she isn't going to have to explain to Logan why she's pulling up in a cab, but she still feels bad. It isn't until Scott touches her that the redhead looks back up. The fact that she's about ready to cry should be clear to both of them, but she merely nods. "I'll get you if you need me to, Scott." Again Jean looks to Remy. "I don't think we'll be talking, by the looks of things." This is of course said to Scott, even though her eyes don't move from Remy. She needs to apologize to him, but more likely than not, he's not going to hear it. She's convinced of it.

Scott Summers nods quietly, "Well, let me apologize to you." he says in his quietest tone "I didn't mean to be a mean, snarky bastard to him. I didn't mean to lose my temper..I'm just hurt is all, and that's why I gotta go walk. I gotta walk it off, Jean." he takes a deep breath, "Call me if you leave early, and if I'm not too close to home we'll ride back together, okay?" his tone isn't mean, or angry, just that sincere heartfelt tone he has.

Remy LeBeau can't hear what they're saying to each other. Their tones are low enough and they are far away enough. If he were even looking at them he might be able to read their lips he might, however instead he just runs a hand through his hair. He then leaves his bag and walks over to refill his coffee once more.

Why can't they be civil like this towards each other? It will happen one day, it will. "Remy is a good friend of mine. I trust him. I know he comes off rather... strong, but there is another side to him." That's the side she sees in him. Jean stands and hugs Scott, more to see him off than to make a scene. "Be careful. I will be right behind you." Grabbing her belongings, and the keys, she then walks over to sit in Remy's seat. He deserves an apology just as much as she does.

Scott Summers nods quietly, "We'll talk about it later, Jean." he says as he returns the hug. He stands up fully and heads towards the door. He glances over his shoulder once, looking at Jean, then another slightly harder look towards Remy, before the bell of the door rings announcing Scott's exit.

'Right behind you.' She seems to have a lot of faith in how well talking to Remy will go. Not. The Cajun adds some sugar to the coffee, and stirs it before turning to head back to his seat after the bell rings. He pauses and blinks as he finds Jean sitting where he was moments ago. "So I'm ok t'speak to now dat he's gone?" he asks, slight frown on his face.

Her definition and his may be two completely different things. Scott has a long distance to travel and this gives Jean plenty of time to arrive 'right behind' him. "No one tells me who I can and cannot speak to." This much is said with an almost dark seriousness before that sad expression returns. "Seriously, though. I'm sorry for what just happened. It isn't normally like this." Jean then stands, allowing Remy to reclaim his seat. "Things are just tense right now, for so many reasons." Such as Creed.

Remy LeBeau doesn't move to sit even after she stands. "Well, dey might not be able t'control it, but he sure as hell made sure he told y'how he felt about yer choice in me and Logan. Nevermind how he minimized all d'work y'did while he was gone." He sighs softly, taking another sip of his coffee. "Yeah, tense." A pause and his voice low. "Did y'tell him anyt'ing about me?"

"Everyone makes it clear how they feel about Logan." At this Jean looks away, obviously hurt but not wanting to show it fully. "If I listened to every negative thing that anyone had to say about anyone else, I'd never talk to anyone ever again. Remember that it wasn't all that long ago that I was warned about you." Has she told him to go away yet? No. "Being gone has been about as easy for him as it has been for me. I don't know that I'd want to be away like that, all by myself." Leave it to Jean to justify nearly anything that happens. She finally looks back to Remy and nods. "I did. I told him that you were the only person who even acknowledged my birthday, and that you have made friends with several of the students."

"My opinions about Logan are linked t'his treatment of me when it comes to me. As fer what I said t'Scott? It's all true. Logan obviously cares deeply fer dose students and I can't fault him fer dat." The Cajun gives a shrug. "Yer justifying his actions," he points out. "He chose t'leave and do what he did. We all make choices Jean." He frowns down into his cup, then looks back at her. "I'm never going t'have a chance in hell wit y'with him around am I?" He hasn't seen Jean around Logan, but he's now seen Jean around Scott and there's something there he can't put his finger on, and it bothers him, especially with his trust and relationship issues.

 Trust issues? He must think that she's lying to him. There's a part of her that believes it, even if she doesn't want to. She hasn't lied to him. "The fact that you can say that actually means a lot to me, Remy. I realize that Logan doesn't care about what people think, but I do. Especially when it is people that I care about." Green eyes move towards the door, almost as if she can actually see Scott. "It's true, everyone does. And were I an ostrich, I would have chosen to bury my head in the ground. I've never been in such a situation before." Hence the fact that she looks like she's going to cry. Jean stares into those sunglasses, confused. "Scott or Logan?" Since she does have a boyfriend and all.

"Either. I guess, but mostly him," Remy states resisting the urge to comfort her for the moment. "I saw how y'looked at him Jean. Even as he's insulting y' d'way y'still went t'him. Ignored me. Walked away. Felicia's right," the last part is half muttered under his breath.

This conversation is going in directions not originally expected, causing the redhead to merely look at Remy. "I'm sorry, I just think this is coming out of no where. You know about Logan. Scott? He's my best friend, and has been since we were forced to live together nearly six years ago. I walked away because I was being left here by my ride due to some sort of crushed ego and I wanted to cry." Yes, Jean is admitting to her feelings. She's learned that she has to around Remy. The last part is somewhat heard but not fully. "What?"

"Y'were being left by yer best friend. Who hates yer friends." At her question, Remy looks away. "Not'ing, jest forget it," he states. The man obviously does not want anything to do with answering it. "I'm sorry yer upset," Remy then says simply. However the Cajun doesn't make any move to hug her as he might have before.

The hug isn't important. What is important is now she's upset two friends, and both of them apologized. "He'll get used to it. This is Scott. He's never been one to make friends, to open up. Trust me, I've literally had to pry things out of him." Jean is the type of person that can do that. "Not to mention that he was around when I was ... unstable. I did a lot of things on accident." Still he speaks to her, so this must mean something. Jean shakes her head, not willing to give up. "No, you were going somewhere with that thought. What is going on?"

Remy LeBeau just shrugs as she says Scott will get over it. He doesn't know Scott, and he may not care to know Scott at this point. But then she pushes that point. "I said I don't want t'talk about it Jean," he responds firmly.

Now that hurts, but she did make him a promise. "Fine." Picking up her belongings, Jean prepares to leave. "Don't tell me. You don't have to, and I already told you one that I won't push you for anything. You know where I'll be if you actually want to talk to me anymore." What did she do to people tonight? Sighing deeply, the redhead begins to walk away, obviously not wanted to be around. "Sorry for upsetting you." She will not let him see her upset at this point.

Remy LeBeau scowls as she says that. "Don't give me that passive aggressive bull Jean. If I actually want t'talk t'you anymore? We have plans fer Tuesday and dis weekend. We both know I want t'talk t'you still." He does comment on her apology, instead just sitting angrily back in his seat.

He'd better comment on it, or else there would be some unpleasant things happening back at the mansion. "Look, Remy, Obviously I've upset you. I don't need to be able to look in your mind to see that." Jean turns back to face him, her expression the definition of calm. After meeting Scott, he likely knows where she's learned such a thing. "I can't handle everyone in my life being mad at each other and at me. I'm not going to write you out of my life because Scott doesn't know you. I'm actually trying to be your friend here and I thought you might like that, but now you're being angry towards me. You tell me how I'm supposed to see that."

Remy LeBeau rubs the back of his neck, sighing. His sunglasses don't lift to look at her. Instead he focuses on his coffee. "Anyt'ing I say is jest going t'make dis worse, or make y'not want t'be around me. So I'm choosing t'not say it. But yes, I'm upset and angry. At you? I don't know. D'situation definitely." Then he looks at her. "How much are y'really going t'want or need me around wit Scott back? Yer best friend who knows you so well. Who y'never need t'explain anyt'ing too. Never need t'admit anyt'ing too. Who lives right der. Easy access."

Is that what this is really all coming down to? Egos. Jealousy. Her? It's being processed, but the thoughts are so painful that she can barely make sense of anything. "Remy, I know who you are. I haven't turned away from you yet. Why on earth do you expect for me to do it now?" That part hurts her more than anything. He may have issues looking at her, but she's on a roll now and isn't about to look away. "Scott is my best friend, he's also being a jerk to people, as you may have noticed. You've seen how he openly insulted me in public. Yes, I think I am going to want to make time to keep you around. You are not and never were a replacement to him. Do I -honestly- appear that shallow to you?" Even though her words might carry bite, she's being completely calm when speaking, perhaps even nurturing. This is serious for Jean.

"Not everyone is as dey appears Jean. Y'should know dis. Dat blonde wasn't. Many ot'ers in m'life haven't been. Y'..." The Cajun shakes his head. "Y'even jest said yet yerself. Yet. Dat implies y'might, can or will in d'future. I've opened up a lot t'y'Jean, and I just..." The hand runs through his hair again in frustration.

This is an awkward situation with many different options at this point. "You know full well that isn't what I meant." Taking a step closer to him, her expression softens, almost as much as it had when she was speaking with Scott. "I am open with you. I have been open with you since I said that I would. I don't expect you to believe me, but I'm telling you this. I do not want to hurt you, nor will I ever." Jean did make him a promise, after all. If he'll allow for it, she'll actually make the effort to walk up and hug him. "I really am sorry if I've upset you."

This is an awkward situation with many different options at this point. "You know full well that isn't what I meant." Taking a step closer to him, her expression softens, almost as much as it had when she was speaking with Scott. "I am open with you. I have been open with you since I said that I would. I don't expect you to believe me, but I'm telling you this. I do not want to hurt you, nor will I ever." Jean did make him a promise, after all. If he'll allow for it, she'll actually make the effort to walk up and hug him. "I really am sorry if I've upset you."

She may not want to hurt him, but she has and will. That is the unfortunate nature of the beast. "Do I? It's going t'take time and seeing how t'ings go and how y'really treat me." His sunglassed gaze is back on the table, so he doesn't see as she approaches and hugs him. To an extent Felicia was right. Jean is going to break him, but she was also wrong. Even if he fought harder he's never going to move past friend. If he can even stay in the friend zone. His expression is startled as the redhead hugs him.

Jean Grey, man-eater. The title has an appealing sound to it, or would, if it weren't for the fact that she's Jean Grey. He's not resisting her, so she's still hugging him, unsure of what else to do. "That hurts, Remy, but I know why you're saying it. A true friend is one that can realize this and look past it. You'll see." Jean has no intentions of ever really hurting him, but at the same time has no intentions of being more than friends.

Remy LeBeau doesn't move as she continues to hug him, but eventually he speaks. "Y'should go find Scott," he says, though it pains him to say so. Her continuing to stay here isn't going to do either of them any good. He tries to pull away from her a little.

Even she can take a hint, and once he starts to move she steps back. The door is glanced at, but only for a moment. "I don't think he's going to be overly willing to talk to me, either." Men. Jean looks away from Remy, back towards the area where she had ordered her latte. Getting another one is possible, but even she doesn't have the stomach for it. "But since you want me to leave, I will. I'll just..." Green eyes focus on Remy before she has to start walking away. "Right. I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Jean, I don't want y't'leave, but it's jest best fer now. Y'staying isn't going t'help anything. We spoke, we both apologized. But... I need some time, and yer upset and need time." But then smiles. "D'y'want me to buy y'another drink b'fore y'go?"

The idea of a drink is waved off. "I'm actually not in the mood." That right there is alarming to any that know Jean. "But thank you for the offer." The redhead turns to face him one last time before nodding. "Take the time that you need. I mean it. Whenever you are ready to talk, no matter what it is about, we'll talk." Smiling at the Cajun, Jean then turns towards the door to leave. She has some babysitting to do.

Remy LeBeau gives a slight nod, then watches her leave. He's going to take out his anger on some poor civilian's pockets tonight.