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Jean comes to check in on Tommy and discovers something about him that she didn't expect; that he has impressive taste in literature.

'The Three Musketeers' lay on the table beside his bed, Tommy having finished it yesterday after that odd adult guy had left. Now he was reading one of the magazine the purple girl had provided, sighing as he read all the scores from when he was out.

Jean tapped on the door to his room, as she always did, before opening it and stepping inside. "Afternoon, Tommy," she said, smiling faintly. Scott had told her about his meeting with the boy, and she couldn't help but be amused. "How are you feeling today?"

He raised an eyebrow as she came and he sighed with relief. The pretty doctor he could handle over any other of his visitors. "Oh just dandy/ I'd be even better if I could get out of this bed."

"We've had this discussion," Jean said, but there was no censure in her voice. "If you didn't have the broken arm, and your ribs were stronger, we could talk about crutches and start more in depth physio. As it is, your last x-rays looked very promising. Have you been doing the exercises we set?"

Tommy nodded as he rolled his eyes. "Of course Dr. Grey. It's not like I have much else to do..."

Jean chuckled slightly. "If you knew how many patients I have who seem to object to doing what a doctor tells them to on general principle, you'd understand why I bother to ask. But are you bored?" She waved slightly in the direction of his bedside table. "Finished the Dumas, I see..."

"I'm sure most of your patients aren't as anxious to get out." He sighed and laid back. "No, I'm fine. I have plenty to read." He held up the SI then nodded to the book. "You can return that if the big hairy mutie is missing it."

"You'd be surprised," was all Jean said. "All ask Kylun if he would like it back, but I'm sure he won't mind if you hold onto it a little longer." The emphasis on Kylun's name was faint, but perceptible. It was as close to an argument with the boy as Jean was willing to let herself have.

Tommy shrugged. "He can have it, I'm finished with it." He didn't much care, but he also didn't push. He wasn't in the mood to argue at the moment

"If you liked it, he did write other pieces, you know. We have the sequels in our library, and also The Count of Monte Cristo. If you're interested."

That perked Tommy's interest. "Really?"

Jean couldn't help the amused little smile. "Yes, really. Our library is quiet well stocked, actually, if you have any requests."

"Really?" Tommy really was interested now. Once he'd gotten involved with the FOH, he hadn't had time to read the classics he had enjoyed as a child, much to the cringe to his parents. They'd always preferred for him to read comic books and such.

Oh-ho, a natural student. The teacher in Jean thrilled at the boy's willing mind, while the activist in her cursed the bigots who had gotten a hold of him first, stifling and diverting that drive into something far less worthwhile. "Yes, really," she repeated. "And if there's anything particular we don't have, and I doubt that," or, more specifically, that there'd be something particular he'd want, "our librarian is always glad to help the school spend it's... endowment on new books."

Tommy was slightly in shock. He’d never been given such an offer before. "I well...anything would be good. Something classic...like, Stevenson maybe?"

Jean's smile widened. "I know we have Jekyll and Hyde, and Treasure Island, as well as at least one of his collections of short stories. Do you have a preference or should I just bring them all?"

"Them all, if it's not too much trouble..." He didn't care if this woman was a freaking mutant...He could really learn to love her.

Jean kept her sigh on a purely mental level, and didn't even project it. "No trouble at all. I'll send one of the helpers to pick them up later." Probably Clarice. Their pixie did enjoy... pointedly existing at the boy. And it was good for him. Really. It was not just Jean's spiteful side saying that. "Should I be looking at getting you some math or science texts too, or are you purely a humanities fan?"

“I think I'll stick to the humanities." Tommy wanted to stay as far away from science as he could. If a thought could turn a tree to lead...he didn't want to tempt fate. "They're safer at this point..."

Of course, training mutants in safe powers usage was a big part of why Xavier's Institute even existed. "If you like," Jean said, "but knowledge, particularly in this case, is power. And control."

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek. "I realize that, really I do. And I want to control it, " for the little time I have to deal with it "Just, I don't wanna mistake while I'm still like this..." He used his free hand to indicate the casts on his leg and arms.

Jean nodded. "As you will," she said. "Is there anything else you need, besides the Stevensons, then? If not, we should probably run through your physiotherapy tests, see how well you're progressing."

Tommy shook his head slowly. "No, I think I'll be good with those to start..." Though he was already compiling a list of more books to request later in his head.

And an impressive list it was, too. At least the boy had good literary taste. "All right then," Jean said. "Let's start with the leg..."