[From the moment he stiffens up, Angel knows that something is terribly wrong. Her fingers tighten against the back of his shirt, clutching at him as he refuses to meet her eyes. She feels her heart rise up within her chest, panic clawing at her belly. For better or for worse, Jean was typically unflappable. If something was bothering him, then it was something big.]
See it? [She casts a glance toward the young man, noting the expression he wore comparatively. It's hard to fathom someone looking warm and open could be cause for concern but... Clearly something isn't right. And as she isn't familiar with the young man, she'll turn to the person she does know.]
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See it? [She casts a glance toward the young man, noting the expression he wore comparatively. It's hard to fathom someone looking warm and open could be cause for concern but... Clearly something isn't right. And as she isn't familiar with the young man, she'll turn to the person she does know.]
Jean, what's going on?