[ Jean should be nice. He knows this. But instead of answering with any measure of promptness, he sits there for a long moment with his head against his headboard, legs bent and his forearms against the top of his knees with his wand in hand. It's useless in the muggle world until he turns a certain age, but it doesn't mean he can't take comfort in holding the damned thing. That he can't roll it between his fingers to try and calm down. ]
Yeah. Just perfect.
[ Whether that's an invitation or not, Sasha can decide. ]
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Yeah. Just perfect.
[ Whether that's an invitation or not, Sasha can decide. ]