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

[i]Oh God[/i]. . .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-- [i]just like he hadn't known how to say who he was to her once they'd learned of her amnesia[/i]; 
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 [i]to him[/i]. 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. 
[i]'Come on, [u]talk[/u] to her.'[/i] 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.