[Jean wishes he could be surprised at this kind of behavior, but it's nothing new. Harrier can rally for a little while, put on a good face, but it's not like he's actually going to change. Fuck jogging. He probably came out here in the middle of nowhere to—it's fine, it's fine, it doesn't matter because Jean is here—and it's not his problem anyways! he reminds himself. He has to keep reminding himself. His instincts are honed to fine, sharp points when it comes to things like this.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. What he needs right now is to focus and make a plan, but his thoughts are crowded out by useless intrusions. He really might be getting a headache—or at least he's feeling bad enough to simulate the sensation.]

This isn't all there is. That's fucking stupid. We came from somewhere else— maybe it's just an undiscovered...I don't know. You've been here for months and that's all the research you've done? "People just kind of end up here"? Fantastic fucking investigation. God.

[Jean grimaces, looking over his shoulder again.]

I don't know what I expected from you. I need to call this in.