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Kurt & Jean-Paul, backdated to 11/14/17
Worried about Jeanne-Marie, Kurt goes to talk to Jean-Paul.
Kurt walked purposefully down the hallway. This had gone on long enough. It had gone on long enough when Jeanne-Marie had cried on his shoulder at Shinobi’s party, but now she had come to him in tears because her brother was coming out to the world as a mutant and had not told her. She had been devastated and was absolutely sure now that Jean-Paul had moved on from her and wanted nothing to do with her. That could not stand. Jeanne-Marie deserved better. She should not be worried that she should give up hoping, or be scared that her brother did not love her.
Urged on by these thoughts, Kurt’s pace quickened until he reached Jean-Paul’s door. There, he stopped and rapped on it three times.
Jean-Paul answered, looking as polished and put together as if he were heading out for a photo shoot. "Kurt." He nodded in greeting. "What's up?"
"Hallo, Jean-Paul." Kurt felt an irrational stab of irritation at Jean-Paul for looking so together when Jeanne-Marie was such a wreck. "Are you busy? I would like to talk in private with you.”
That earned him a blink of surprise, but then a nod. "Come in, then. Simon's in the lab, so I have the room to myself for a while.”
Kurt followed Jean-Paul into the room. "This may be forward, but--Actually, I do not care if it is. You need to talk to your sister. She thinks you hate her and is heartbroken.”
Jean-Paul's demeanor cooled at once. Even Warren and Simon didn't get to casually stick their fingers in that wound, and he appreciated no more coming from even further outside his intimate circle.
"I doubt it's that severe. Anyway, my sister knows my number, my email, and where I lay my head at night. She knows where to find me if she wants to talk.”
Ach, Kurt could have shook Jean-Paul then. “Do you actually think I would be here if it was not serious? I tried to convince her to come talk to you herself, but she is afraid to. She thinks you are done with her. She asked me if she should give up hoping, Jean-Paul.”
"The last time I spoke with my sister, she twisted my words to make it sound as if I were against her if I didn't trust this place." And then she'd grabbed him when he'd tried to walk away. In honestly, Jean-Paul was, more than anything, embarrassed by how he'd reacted to that. He wasn't a child anymore, and there was nothing to be afraid of. If anyone tried to hit him now, he could hit back. "I don't have a lot of hope it will turn out any better a second time."
"Are you not willing to even try?" Kurt asked. "She misses you and I know you must miss her too. There were misunderstandings on both sides, I am sure, but she regrets what happened.”
'But not enough to talk to me.' Jean-Paul left the thought unsaid.
"So if she's too scared to talk to me, just what do you expect me to do? Chase her down and corner? I somehow don't see that improving matters."
It was only the thought of Jeanne-Marie that kept Kurt from looking at Jean-Paul incredulously for that statement. "She is scared because she thinks you do not want to talk to her. If you go to talk to her she will see that you do want to talk."
This was idiotic. Jean-Paul was sure that Kurt meant well, but he was intruding where he had no business.
"I'll think about it.”
Why was Kurt not convinced? Worry knotted his stomach. “Please, do,” he said, close to pleading. “The way she talks about you… You are more than her brother, you are her best friend. I know you must care for her too.”
Jean-Paul's fists clenched, and he barely kept himself in check. He'd been fed a lot of lines about family and caring over the years, and this was pinging his bullshit meter. Jeanne-Marie hardly knew him.
"I said I would. If you think I'm lying, just say so.”
Lying, no, but certainly not receptive to what he was being told. If Kurt were told Jimaine or Stefan thought he hated them and never wanted to talk to them again, he would go find them right away. No argument or misunderstanding was worth that kind of suffering. What was stopping Jean-Paul? Stubbornness? Pride? Was he more hurt by what had happened than he let on?
Not cowed by Jean-Paul’s obvious anger, Kurt replied, “No, I am worried. She is a good friend and I hate to see her hurting. She deserves better than that.”
And that was the last straw so far as Jean-Paul was concerned. Apparently, Wagner was after more than just concession, but damned if Jean-Paul was going to give it to him.
"Get out of here, Wagner.”
“Alright. Goodbye, Jean-Paul.” Kurt would say he’d talk to him later, but he got the distinct impression that Jean-Paul didn’t want to see him again. He offered him a small, almost apologetic smile, and then teleported out of the room.
Kurt walked purposefully down the hallway. This had gone on long enough. It had gone on long enough when Jeanne-Marie had cried on his shoulder at Shinobi’s party, but now she had come to him in tears because her brother was coming out to the world as a mutant and had not told her. She had been devastated and was absolutely sure now that Jean-Paul had moved on from her and wanted nothing to do with her. That could not stand. Jeanne-Marie deserved better. She should not be worried that she should give up hoping, or be scared that her brother did not love her.
Urged on by these thoughts, Kurt’s pace quickened until he reached Jean-Paul’s door. There, he stopped and rapped on it three times.
Jean-Paul answered, looking as polished and put together as if he were heading out for a photo shoot. "Kurt." He nodded in greeting. "What's up?"
"Hallo, Jean-Paul." Kurt felt an irrational stab of irritation at Jean-Paul for looking so together when Jeanne-Marie was such a wreck. "Are you busy? I would like to talk in private with you.”
That earned him a blink of surprise, but then a nod. "Come in, then. Simon's in the lab, so I have the room to myself for a while.”
Kurt followed Jean-Paul into the room. "This may be forward, but--Actually, I do not care if it is. You need to talk to your sister. She thinks you hate her and is heartbroken.”
Jean-Paul's demeanor cooled at once. Even Warren and Simon didn't get to casually stick their fingers in that wound, and he appreciated no more coming from even further outside his intimate circle.
"I doubt it's that severe. Anyway, my sister knows my number, my email, and where I lay my head at night. She knows where to find me if she wants to talk.”
Ach, Kurt could have shook Jean-Paul then. “Do you actually think I would be here if it was not serious? I tried to convince her to come talk to you herself, but she is afraid to. She thinks you are done with her. She asked me if she should give up hoping, Jean-Paul.”
"The last time I spoke with my sister, she twisted my words to make it sound as if I were against her if I didn't trust this place." And then she'd grabbed him when he'd tried to walk away. In honestly, Jean-Paul was, more than anything, embarrassed by how he'd reacted to that. He wasn't a child anymore, and there was nothing to be afraid of. If anyone tried to hit him now, he could hit back. "I don't have a lot of hope it will turn out any better a second time."
"Are you not willing to even try?" Kurt asked. "She misses you and I know you must miss her too. There were misunderstandings on both sides, I am sure, but she regrets what happened.”
'But not enough to talk to me.' Jean-Paul left the thought unsaid.
"So if she's too scared to talk to me, just what do you expect me to do? Chase her down and corner? I somehow don't see that improving matters."
It was only the thought of Jeanne-Marie that kept Kurt from looking at Jean-Paul incredulously for that statement. "She is scared because she thinks you do not want to talk to her. If you go to talk to her she will see that you do want to talk."
This was idiotic. Jean-Paul was sure that Kurt meant well, but he was intruding where he had no business.
"I'll think about it.”
Why was Kurt not convinced? Worry knotted his stomach. “Please, do,” he said, close to pleading. “The way she talks about you… You are more than her brother, you are her best friend. I know you must care for her too.”
Jean-Paul's fists clenched, and he barely kept himself in check. He'd been fed a lot of lines about family and caring over the years, and this was pinging his bullshit meter. Jeanne-Marie hardly knew him.
"I said I would. If you think I'm lying, just say so.”
Lying, no, but certainly not receptive to what he was being told. If Kurt were told Jimaine or Stefan thought he hated them and never wanted to talk to them again, he would go find them right away. No argument or misunderstanding was worth that kind of suffering. What was stopping Jean-Paul? Stubbornness? Pride? Was he more hurt by what had happened than he let on?
Not cowed by Jean-Paul’s obvious anger, Kurt replied, “No, I am worried. She is a good friend and I hate to see her hurting. She deserves better than that.”
And that was the last straw so far as Jean-Paul was concerned. Apparently, Wagner was after more than just concession, but damned if Jean-Paul was going to give it to him.
"Get out of here, Wagner.”
“Alright. Goodbye, Jean-Paul.” Kurt would say he’d talk to him later, but he got the distinct impression that Jean-Paul didn’t want to see him again. He offered him a small, almost apologetic smile, and then teleported out of the room.