Shawn could just barely see Bonny attempting to get his attention. His eyes flicked around to see where the sounds and motions were coming from, and landed on the new girl. He leaned over as far as he could to look over at her paper, trying to see what was up. It wasn't a good angle, he decided, and actually stood up from his desk to see her work better. 

Standing next to her, he looked over her work and started to get an idea of what went wrong. Next to her bullet points of things she didn't understand, Shawn marked down some equations and additional notes to hopefully help her out. He wasn't a great tutor, but he supposed that he should get used to doing similar things as a leader. Helping out those who didn't understand and try and get them [i]to[/i] understand. 

He looked over to the other one, glancing at his paper. Shawn didn't know what someone could have worse handwriting than him, but he wasn't going to complain too much. He tried to help out in a similar fashion, decoding Roy's handwriting and making additional notes and the occasional quip. He didn't want to disturb class or the others studying right now.

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"Boys?" Now Jean was really invested in the conversation. "You know, I was a bit of an outcast when I first came to the Mansion. Nobody likes telepaths. Everyone thinks that all we do is spend our time digging into people's heads. I never changed myself for anyone. If people wanted to be my friends, then they'd like me for exactly who I am. Scott, he tried being a bad boy for a while." She laughed at their first memory together. He tried so hard to be a cool guy, but it didn't take a telepath to know that it wasn't at all who he was. "He was interested in me, I knew that without my powers, and he tossed away the bad boy look and grew into himself. We've been together ever since."

Jean stood up and walked away, looking back at Heidi in hopes of getting her to follow along. "Be true to yourself, Heidi. I can't guarantee that he'll catch on and reciprocate your feelings, but this is as much as I can do without using my powers." She smiled once more. "Do you think he likes you back?"

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"I think it's quite the opposite, Chrys." Caldwell chimed in as he searched for a paper. "Because of the limiter, your genes aren't finished mutating. Your mutation growing at breakneck speeds to catch up with the rest of your body, like I've said before. But I think we're being granted right into the full scope of your powers."

He didn't want to say it just yet, but Caldwell had a large hunch that Chrys was going to become the Nightcrawler of spacetime. Spacial manipulation and spacial fields, especially developing like the way that Caldwell hoped that they were, would make Chrys' very own body a spacial field where time moves differently. Eons could pass and Chryss could potentially age a few years. He didn't know for sure yet, and didn't want to scare Chrys another time.