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[He enters the kitchen, only to take in the catastrophe as a reason to turn around and walk back out. Of course he feels guilty and comes back a few seconds later.]

Uh, Jean?

[She opens the oven, only to see that yet another batch of cookies hasn't worked out. She whimpers and shoves the oven door closed, then sits on the floor.]

I give up.

[He stands awkwardly in the doorway.]

You shouldn't just give up, Jean. It's not like you.

Are you going to eat any of this? I've been at it for hours and it's all crap. I. cannot. bake.

[He ran a hand through his hair.] Maybe you just read something on the instructions wrong?

Twelve times? Nope.

[She stands up, pulls the cookies out of the oven and dumps them unceremoniously into the trash, then starts to clean up. Again.]

Eh. I knew I can't cook, wasn't sure why I thought baking was a good idea.

Do you... have something on your mind that you needed to distract yourself from? [It was worth a shot.]

[Jean pauses in her cleaning, looking over her shoulder with a sigh] Am I that transparent?

[He frowns, before shaking his head.] What's wrong?

[Jean turns to face him, leaning against the counter] Just feel like I'm screwing up, is all.

With your training? Because the Professor has been telling me you're doing really well, Jean. Better than he expected. [Okay, that came out kind of... badly. He cringed inwardly.]

[Jean looked at him with a wry smile] Thanks. It's more with juggling everything. I don't know.

How are you?

I'm fine. I've been working on focusing my optic blasts with the new visor; Hank said I could make them as thin as a strand of hair if I tried hard enough. [He's rambling about training. Why is it that's all he can seem to talk about around her?]

[Jean pulls the apron she was wearing off over her head, then walks over to Scott, hugging him around his waist. Yes, Jean needs a hug. Deal with it, awkward!Scott.]

[Thanks for making him derpy today, Jean. He needed that more than you might realize.]

[After a quick moment of uncertainty, he hugs her back.]

[She hangs onto him tightly for a long moment, then tips her head up to look at him.] Bad day, I guess.