Office Hours, Sunday Morning

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul loved his sister, but so help him God, if he never had to spend another weekend in the same apartment as her? That would be good. Jeanne-Marie had gone to mass, Jean-Paul had declined to join her and gotten a look of 'your poor soul' for his troubles, and now here he was. It wasn't hiding if she could reasonably guess where he was, right?

((Open, like an office.))

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[sweetoldcoot.livejournal.com]

Irving gave a small sigh of relief; Charlie wasn't going to get a hard time from her teachers about it. And it sounded like the other students weren't likely to either. "It's hard to tell with these things. She says she's got friends helpin' her out. But me... I never dealt with this before she came along." He frowned. "Them government types don't come sniffing around here, do they?"

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul thought of Steve Rogers, who the US government apparently believed dead, and of the government presence in the form of freaking Sentinels at Xavier's, and almost laughed. "I assure you, they do not."

[sweetoldcoot.livejournal.com]

Irving gave a gusty sigh of relief. "Load off my mind, let me tell ya. She said as how it was okay, but I wanted to be sure. Charlie's a smart kid, but she is just a kid." He gave Jean-Paul a firm nod, and smiled. "Thanks for easing my mind. Anything I can do to help Charlie out here, you let me know. Okay?"

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul would have thought Irving was in a far better position than he to know what his granddaughter might need, but he said simply, "I'll do that," because it was nice to see family members getting involved.