xp_logs | Kurt and Jean-Paul, Wednesday

Jean-Paul stops by for a quick professional chat with Kurt and finds him the worse for wear.

He did not want to talk to Sefton. Sefton and his ridiculous mother issues had gotten Scott stabbed. The school was a big place, and they could both lead fulfilling and productive lives without ever crossing paths with each other.

Except for the students they had in common. Namely, one white-haired boy who had asked for dance lessons before prom.

Jean-Paul forced himself to stop sulking. This would not be difficult; just a professional heads up -- he would, after all, have questions himself if he'd found out that Noriko was going to another teacher for cooking lessons or speed training. He'd let the man know what was going on as a courtesy and leave.

Of course, things could never be so simple. As he drew near to Sefton's quarters, a dog squirmed out from a behind a barely open door, whining and in obvious distress, only to dart back toward the room when Jean-Paul tried to draw near, barking excitedly. The speedster frowned, following as Triscuit led the way back into the suite.

"Sefton?" he called, "Your dog is loose."

The only answer was the sound of helpless retching from the bathroom and then, eventually, a weak and raspy, "Triscuit, to me."

The sound of the man being sick was all the motivation Jean-Paul needed to halt himself several feet away from the bathroom door. He and Sefton were definitely not so close that he felt the need to hold the man's hair back while he vomited.

"Are you all right? Do you need me to fetch Jean?"

"No..." he started, before realizing it was a bad idea and wouldn't do much to protect Cammie anyway. "Perhaps you should. Thank you."

"Do not mention it. If you die, they will never believe that I did not do it," the speedster quipped. He pulled out his school phone and dialed the medlab extension, letting Jean know that she had an incoming patient. Something about the way Sefton had answered, though, the both swiftness of his refusal and his equally swift about-face, nagged at him enough that he supposed he could linger long enough to give Sefton a lift to the basement level if he needed it. "What happened?"

Kurt hesitated, shuffling in a half-roll until he was facing Jean-Paul. "Cammie", he said after a long moment, reluctantly. "It would appear something has happened to her parents and... she very much did not want anyone going with her."

"Oh, hell." Jean-Paul's wince was equal parts empathy and dread. This would be the second time Cammie had attacked one of the school staff for getting too close to her past. This would not go over well for his cooking pupil -- it couldn't be allowed to. As for the rest of it...well, he knew just how unpleasant it was to get tagged by one of her punches. "I suppose that would also explain Angelo's car." He moved to offer Kurt a hand up and a shoulder for balance. "Medlab first, then the X-Men?"

He glanced at the toilet, measuring up how he felt, then took the hand and pulled himself up, flushing the toilet with his free hand on the way. "I think that would be the best idea."