"What do you think? Is it a good color?"
"Yes it’s very nice."
"I thought so myself. Button it up for me?"
He picked her up and sitting her on his lap let her gore the buttons through the fabric of his suit watching her little hands turn pink as she forced the stubborn things through.
She looked at him a moment her green eyes fixed on him.
"What is my Jean thinking?"
"Why you would be so concerned about my hands."
He grabbed her up in a hug and kissed her forehead.
"Shall I have no secrets?"
"Not one." She said taking his face in her hands.
"Then I will go mad."
"Mad? You’re not mad. You’re content."
"No no. Angry. Crazy."
"Insane."
"Yes. I shall go insane if I cannot think alone."
"Professor Xavier you must not! You can't!" She cried clinging to his coat.
"It's all right." He hushed. "I shall not go mad. I promise."
"Swear?"
"Swear."
She lay against him a moment not making a sound. Her shaggy red locks all wild and knotted hanging about her face like the main of a pony.
"Ponies don't have red hair."
"I thought you weren't going to drive me mad."
"Well they don't!"