xp_logs | Jean and Kylun, Thursday afternoon: yet more squee

In which Kylun catches Jean practicing an unusual solution to bad footing, and is appropriately congratulatory when he finds out why. Well, mostly appropriately.

Kylun stepped into the practice room, gingerly testing his range of motion. The stitches were set to come out in a few days, but until they did his workouts were necessarily incomplete.

He paused in midstretch, blinking curiously. He was used to seeing Jean at her own practice, training hard to rejoin the team . . . but usually she confined her training to the ground. Not a full foot up in the air.

"I never would have considered that particular method of avoiding uneven ground," he observed wryly. "Or should I call Nathan, because you have somehow become stuck?"

Jean started, having become quite lost in, um, certain thoughts while stretching out and completely missed both Kylun's entrance and the fact that she'd lost the ground again. She blushed brightly, unable to wipe the edging-into-goofy smile off her face. "Ah, no, not stuck. Mostly. Hi." Sitting up again, pretending she wasn't blushing, Jean willed herself back onto the ground.

"Hello, and welcome back to gravity." Kylun grinned. "So. You were not stuck, and it does not seem to have been a tactical decision . . . were you enjoying the feeling of air between your toes? Ah, no, you have socks on." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I confess myself baffled, and perhaps more curious than is strictly healthy considering my face."

Jean giggled at that. "Have you ever heard the expression 'walking on air'?" she asked, leaning back to grin up at Kylun.

Kylun lifted his chin. "What do I look like, someone who grew up on an isolated mountaintop?" He chuckled. "Yes, I have heard it. Although, because we lived on a mountaintop, we did not use the phrase very often. Bad luck, you understand."

"Yes, I can see that. Well, at any rate, I'm... incredibly happy does not even begin to cover it. But I've been having a bit of trouble keeping my feet on the ground." Hell, she felt like she could fly to the moon at times.

Kylun grinned. "I did not realize telekinetics were so literal-minded, but I am happy for you. What has happened?"

The grin widened into that jaw-splitting region. "Scott proposed, again," she told him, managing to catch herself before she got more than a few centimeters off the floor.

"Proposed?" Kylun blinked, and then his eyebrows shot up. "Proposed marriage! How wonderful. Congratulations to you both." He laughed. "I will have to congratulate Scott in person--if there is a moment more terrifying in a man's life, I have not encountered it." His eyes went pensive for a moment, then brightened again. "Even when love is certain, there is still that nervousness."

"Yes!" Jean did not quite squeak. "Proposed marriage. Hence the happy. And yes, nervous... Well, I think Scott's exact words were, 'you'd think I'd never done this before'..."

"But he did manage to surprise you, at least? The surprise is part of the fun--that moment where she has heard, but not yet processed." He snickered. "Sa'tneen nearly fell off the parapet, I remember, which would have quite spoiled the moment . . ."

"He did, yes. Which is impressive, given the link. I'd have been impressed at the time, but I was a little too busy being ecstatic. And possibly incoherent. Well, the important bit got said. Possibly several times."

"And then you started floating, I presume? One hopes Scott caught you before you flew too high--but then," and his expression drew down, concerned, "you do seem to be a trifle concussed. Perhaps I should call one of the other doctors." He glanced over, one corner of his mouth twitching. "No?"

Jean laughed. "Oh, trust me, Scott definitely caught me."

"Good. I will ask no more, having been engaged once myself. Have you decided yet when the wedding is to be?"

"Nope. Scott actually managed to be spontaneous about the proposal, so I don't think even he has plans. And we're both still a little too... um, distractedly happy, to talk sensibly about it."

"Well, if anyone could inspire Scott to true spontaneity . . ." Kylun chuckled. "But if I did not trust your word, I am not sure I could believe it of him. May you have many happy years together, and all the world's blessings."

Jean smiled at him. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that everyone is so... happy for us."

Kylun made an open-handed gesture. "You are both so happy in yourselves, and in each other--how could we not be? Anyone can see that you are good for one another."

"Which would definitely be one of the things that mean so much. It's good to know I'm not the only one who thinks I can make him happy."

"Well, that is just simple observation, and anyone who does not think so must be both blind and deaf." Kylun snorted. "Or they have not been here long enough to make the comparison. Scott has been palpably different since your return, and yes, far happier."

"He works too hard," Jean said, well aware that this was not news to anyone. "Always has. And getting him to take breaks... is a skill."

"And one at which you seem well-practiced." Kylun grinned. "Fortunate man."

Jean snorted at him. "Well, they do say practice makes perfect..."

Kylun nodded solemnly. "I have encountered that expression as well."