[via mannerlycannibal] In literally any other context, the sight of a hulking shadow with bright, yellow eyes easing into the room would be the stuff of nightmares. For Jean, it's the herald of relief. "Mm. Seems for all her yapping, the pup doesn't have the gall to try and deceive me. Yet. How are we this evening, Wolf?"
[ First, thereโs the intruder that he doesnโt immediately recognise in the low light of the room. Jean knows itโs not Teddy, and he also knows the door hasnโt been broken down, so his immediate response is to try and scramble from the bed, which hurts, but he does his best. ]
[ Second, thereโs the realisation that itโs Bjorn, because of course itโs Bjorn, and the ensuing sheepishness now that Jean finds himself on his feet and hunched over from the pain the movement had caused. ]
[ Third, thereโs the mention of Victoria, which draws a veritable glare from Jean, hidden behind the mask he wears but visible in the way his lips pull into a taut, unimpressed line. ]
Was beginning to think you wouldnโt come, Bear.
