<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/omari-hardwick1.jpg?w=455)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Cavalry<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Eric Brandon<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Tryout room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: October 14th 5:50am-6:00am.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:   Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: After surprise party<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:  plain clothes<br/><br/><br/>Eric was probably out of place and he knew Jean...his Jean ok he knew her file.  He wasn't used to dealing with telepaths as he didn't like having people in his head.  But with his training, since he had been here and his semi-split personality he couldn't help but touch Jean at her lower back.  He was hoping it was a comforting touch even though he was invading her space.  In truth, he often had a thing for redheads given his penchant for Kindle who wasn't giving him the time of day as she seemed to run off any time he was in the area or her space.  But he was hoping his proximity and the placement of his hand would be distracting enough to help her focus beyond Ol' Man Logan's gruffness.  He had done enough psych studies to hope this particular act remained true.<br/><br/>Eric was currently too angry to be scared, but he knew enough to squelch that for Jean's sake.   "Love the costume by the way."  He said hoping that kind words would help to calm her as well.  He was doing what he could if anything he was expecting Ben to come by to calm her or with his luck a young Scott to walk in through the door.<br/><br/>"Come on then, Bub.  Show us what you got!"  He said boldly.  It didn't help that his Logan had been his Sensei and he knew what to say to get a rise out of him.  Thinking the old man hated someone using his catchphrases just as much.<br/>