Jean-Paul & Cammie: Apology

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Cammie goes to check on Jean-Paul and apologize for knocking him flat.

Jean's orders had been for bedrest, but Jean-Paul had more or less taken up residence on the couch. It was, as he'd said, a comfortable couch and closer to the kitchen than his bedroom. If he ever felt like eating again, that would save time.

It had crossed his mind more than once that he should go find Cammie, but it didn't seem the best idea when he was only just able to keep his feet. If nothing else, it meant that he wouldn't be able to dodge the next punch. He grimaced and closed his eyes for another nap. Rest first. Tracking down she of the poison-fu later. The sooner the first was done, the sooner he could get onto the second.

Cammie had gone to the medlab first. That was where she expected the French-Canadian to be, but Dr. Grey had told her he had gone back to his room. He was on bed rest, but according to the doctor, he was going to be okay. She made it to his suite and knocked on the door. Having finally gotten some sleep she could think a bit clearer too.

“Um…can I come in? I promise I’m not here to kill you.”

He hadn't expected that it would be quite that soon.

"Come in." He sat up as quickly as he dared, propping himself up on his pillows. "Though, if you were in the mood for homicide, you'd have an easier time of it right now. How are you doing?" Conversational tone. Neutral.

She came in and shut the door behind her, looking like a kicked puppy as far as expression went. “I.. uh… I’m okay. Kurt’s letting me hang out in his suite for a bit… Are you… okay? I mean, Dr. Grey said you were going to be fine…”

"I will be. It will not even take so long. My metabolism took the poison in quickly and it being a headshot made matters worse. But it passed through more quickly than normal systems as well. I just need a day or so to get through the after-effects." Or the worst of them, anyway. He did not think he'd be seeing the inside of the gym for a while, but he felt he'd be able to lecture by Monday. "Feel free to have a seat. I feel the need to apologize and I can get long-winded in that."

“Oh, okay…” she sat down, “I… didn’t mean to hit you so hard,” she said. “I’ve never seen anyone react like that right away.”

So much for the theory of the punch having been the hysterical reaction of someone who felt cornered; she'd meant to at least incapacitate him. Scott wasn't going to be pleased about that.

"The universe has an odd sense of balance, I suppose. Every other Canadian here shrugs off your powers, while the I go down like...something Yvette would probably scold me for saying." Jean-Paul quirked a half-smile. "Though I will say that the poison was overkill. The punch alone would have gotten the message through. Probably."

“Its… sort of automatic. When I hit someone, that is,” Cammie said, looking down at her hands in front for her. “I mean, I normally don’t let any out, except when hitting things…”

"Sorry. I am not trying to make you feel worse about it." Jean-Paul leaned back a little. "Back in your room, I was pushing too hard, talking more to myself than to you. That was not a fair position to put you in and I apologize for that."

“Oh. Well, uh, yeah. Still. I’ve never seen anyone react like that and you scared me. Don’t do that,” she said. Either coming in too close or suddenly deciding to stop breathing. Either one of those she could do without.

Jean-Paul laughed softly. "I am already under strict orders not to be poisoned again, and I intend to listen for once. I understand that this sort of thing is not good for me."

“I don’t think it’s good for anyone. But I don’t get sick, so I wouldn’t know,” Cammie said, looking off to the side. “But I still shouldn’t have hit you.”

"Apology accepted. I should not have cornered you about your past. So we will call it a draw?"

“Yeah. We’re even,” Cammie said simply. She had straightened out a lot, staying with Kurt helped. She had been able to sleep without nightmares which did a lot. “If you’re curious. It was my boyfriend,” she said simply.

'Curious' was not really the right word, but it was a bad time to nitpick.

"I am sorry," he said quietly. "Do you want to talk about it? It is all right if you don't."

She thought back to the dance and shook her head, “Not right now. But that’s who it was. And I’m not going to bother going back and trying to explain it to anyone there either.”

"That is up to you. In all honesty, I am not sure how much good revisiting the past does anyone, but it is all your choice." A moment of quiet. "I will understand if you want me to keep my distance for a while, but I hope that will not be a permanent thing. If nothing else, I still have recipes I want to try."

“I was kinda hoping you weren’t mad at me, I manage to ruin friendships and kill people pretty easily,” Cammie said, looking up at him and back down at her green hand. “And you know, I don’t gain much by killing the only good cook I know.”

"No, I am not angry. Besides, I have a carton of eggs ripening in the fridge and I can assure you that I am not eating them myself." He sobered a bit. "It is really all right. This is part of my job. The last time I was here, a student nuked me. It happens."

“Well, at least this wasn’t me trying to nuke you,” Cammie said, pushing some hair back behind her ear, “But I bet you can’t really call either experience pleasant.”

"Not in the least," Jean-Paul agreed. "If either were to happen a second time, I would not be nearly so philisophical. Though at least I do not remember so much of it this time. One moment we are in your room, the next I'm waking up in medlab."

“At the moment, I’m just glad you woke up,” she stood up, “I’m glad you’re getting better. I’ll stop by later,” she said, trying to put a smile on her face.