[He may be twenty seven but there's still that instinctive gut-gripping reaction that grips to hearing his name called out that makes him freeze like a deer in the headlights. It makes him snap to attention, looking around (waiting for his mother's voice to exasperatedly berate him in all honesty,) for the source and and seeing Jean.
It's a mixed bag of emotions from there on because he wasn't expecting to see her, hadn't quite put any thought into who else might've been sucked into the void with him, but he's also somewhat relieved. He lifts his hand to give her a half-wave salute with two fingers as he leans against the wall.]
Jean. What's up? [So casual. Still got a headache. But he still smiles?]
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It's a mixed bag of emotions from there on because he wasn't expecting to see her, hadn't quite put any thought into who else might've been sucked into the void with him, but he's also somewhat relieved. He lifts his hand to give her a half-wave salute with two fingers as he leans against the wall.]
Jean. What's up? [So casual. Still got a headache. But he still smiles?]