Cool. Reserved.

Scott Summers a.k.a. Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, was often misunderstood as not caring when in fact he cared deeply. 
So serious all the time because nothing was a throw-away to him; everything mattered. 

Chief among it all, Jean Grey.
[i]The center of his world[/i].

She had seen something past his dour exterior, had been open enough to receive him that he could open up to her; show a side to her few, maybe only she, knew.

[i][b]Had[/b][/i].
[i][b]Knew[/b][/i].

Everything was changed now. All of their history ceasing to exist in Jean's mind,
[i]from a series of seemingly insignificant actions which turned into a majorly significant circumstance.[/i]

Sometimes Scott felt his entire life was defined this way.

[i]Four people climb into a cockpit. Strap in. Take off. . .[/i]
The next thing he knew he was living as a brain damaged, unwanted orphan.

[i]Three kids get into a fight. One never gets up. One can never go back. . .[/i]
Next thing he knew he was a mutant, and [i]that [/i]defined everything about his life going forward.

[i]Was that why. . ?

Two X-Men undertake a mission. Patrol a sector. Cross an invisible line. . .[/i]
Next thing, he was waking up in the Med Bay, his head feeling. . .[i]strange[/i].

And Jean woke up feeling he was a stranger.

She hadn't recognized the X Mansion, yet somehow had vague memories of Charles Xavier, and fractionally remembered the others. Ororo Munroe, Hank McCoy, Logan, etc. somehow she knew them, yet not Storm, The Beast, Wolverine -the X-Men as a whole, her place as one. 

Was that why she remembered nothing of Scott Summers? He didn't know who he was if not Cyclops, leader of the X-Men. [i]But with Jean. . .[/i]
Was this proof he wasn't, in fact, anything else?

Taken with everything, that couldn't make sense.

Jean had no memory that she was even a mutant, but it wasn't as simple as saying she lost all memories pertaining to that, if she still recalled everyone else in some way. . 
. .[i]none[/i] of them she would've met had she not been a mutant. Scott needed things to make sense, and so little of this did.

What had even happened? The other X-Men had been patrolling other sectors. No one saw.

They had to have been hit by something. . .

A subsequent probe of the area with Cerebro bore no residual signature of another mutant, no device had been located and with the aforementioned absence of signature, no one could've come to dispose of one.

. . .Xavier worked out they had in fact [i]encountered[/i] something, something that existed on a psychic plain- explaining why Jean was affected so drastically and Cyclops, comparatively nil. 

So what was it? What was this? Coincidental? [i]Planned?[/i] Scott's money was on the latter, but then who was behind it?  
Was this their intended result? [i]Or was there more to the plan he needed to watch out for. . ?[/i]

He sighed as he finished crossing the hallways. It was already taking a toll, what he had to deal with in his head. . 
. .[i]that strange sensation growing stronger. [/i]


Which is why Scott now stood outside the presently closed door to Xavier's office.
And the voices he heard inside is why he now stood [i]paused[/i] outside that door.

Underway inside, rather, sounding like it had just concluded, was another of Xavier's psychic therapy sessions with Jean. 
So far there'd been no breaththroughs. . .it didn't sound like one was made this time, either.

. . .Scott couldn't help eavesdropping.

He was finding it difficult figuring out how to be around her now. Where to start [i]over[/i].
Scott didn't want to get in Jean's way of remembering "herself". Desperate though he was for her to remember "them", he didn't want her to feel pressured to prioritize that. . 
. .Events had a sequence. It wasn't for him to jump the line.

That's what he partially convinced himself of, anyway.
[i]But there was also the matter of. . . . .[/i]