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.
The center of his world.

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.

Had.
Knew.

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

Sometimes Scott felt his entire life was defined this way.

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

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

Was that why. . ?

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

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. But with Jean. . .
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. .
. .none 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 encountered 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? Planned? Scott's money was on the latter, but then who was behind it?
Was this their intended result? Or was there more to the plan he needed to watch out for. . ?

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

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 paused 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 over.
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.
But there was also the matter of. . . . .

Telepathy. Supposedly, she had this ability. And yet… she had no memory of it. Had no idea how to access it.

Their first session, Xavier had taken Jean through some of her memories, trying to find something to jumpstart the flow of others, but nothing was sparking the recollection or use of any of the powers she had been told she had.

Today, he had walked her through some of his. And still… nothing. No memory. No ability.

She let out a sigh heavy with frustration as Xavier studied her with his intense eyes. “I just... even though I don’t remember, something feels… off. Like a part of me is missing.”

He nodded. “I can imagine. I think we’ve done enough for today, but we’ll try again tomorrow. What are you thinking about today’s session?”

She paused, pursing her lips and glancing down to the floor. “I… I notice that my memories of you are hazy. I… you showed me some of the, uh, the X-Men-“ apparently she was one too. “-using their their powers. It seems like my memories of anyone using… any kind of power have been wiped. And then there’s… Scott.”

Xavier had told her she was in a relationship with Scott, but she had absolutely no recollection of him.

“I have a lot to think about today,” she said as she stood up to take her leave. She headed to the heavy wooden door.

“Jean.”

She turned back.

“We’ll get you sorted out.”

She gave a nod and smile, but right now she wasn’t so sure. With that, she left the room, the door left open as she exited.

Speak of the devil.

“Hey, Scott,” she said with a smile. “Uh… what’s going on?”

He could just make out some of the words behind the wood. A part of him asked 'What must it be like for her?' while another part of him knew only too well what it was like to feel like something was missing. His life contained many blank slides after his accident as a boy. It took years before all the pieces had been filled in.

Oh God. . .Was that what they were looking at?

Lost in his own thoughts, or maybe wanting the encounter, Scott didn't step away when he heard Xavier's voice a little louder.
An indication that he was speaking to Jean from a point further away; that she was exiting.

Wanting the encounter but not knowing what to say-- just like he hadn't known how to say who he was to her once they'd learned of her amnesia;
hence Xavier having been the one to do so.

Presently he was gratified to see her smile at him, yet such an expression wouldn't quite follow through on Scott's face.
After all, her smile wasn't to him. It was the kind she'd give to a -well, you know.

"Uh... I have something to discuss with the Professor." At this he actually looked past her into the room before stepping aside so as not to keep blocking her way.
'Come on, talk to her.' He commanded himself, managing to speak up again before the moment was gone:

"...I take it things aren't any clearer? In-in general, I mean."

Though his eyes remained unseen behind his protective ruby quartz lenses, a shift of his head made a brief shift in gaze apparent-- this time not anywhere in particular though, having set his attention on her properly. Standing now with his one wrist held in his opposite hand down in front of himself.